I'm The Type ft. Chap D Lyrics

Yeah Yeah, don't trip, don't trip

If lil baby saw what was in my phone

She probably would trip

Got like ten bitches on my dick

You see the latest, yeah, on my wrist

They hate to see me step out

I'm the type to steal your bitch

Smoke comin out the whip

I know you feelin' the kid

She love when I speak that fly shit

I speak it so fluent

Lane switching in that spaceship

I call my brothers gang, but I ain't on no gang shit

I'm more interested in gamin' your bitch

I'm more interested on plottin' on way we can get rich

I'm more interested in poppin' champagne on the top floor

Hop in this GLE

I'm tryna see what your fine ass look like in a Mercedes

Gettin new paper on the daily

That ain't my lady, (just know) but when you see me you see her

If lil baby saw what was in my phone

She probably would trip

Got like ten bitches on my dick

You see the latest, yeah, on my wrist

They hate to see me step out

I'm the type to steal your bitch

If lil baby saw what was in my phone

She probably would trip

Got like ten bitches on my dick

You see the latest, yeah, on my wrist

They hate to see me step out

I'm the type to steal your bitch

Took the bitch, she ain't yours in the first place

Kick it with a real one, gave her her first taste

Brewery in Anaheim, watchin' the Steelers game

They talkin' bout a player, how I end up on first take

Let's stay in the crib, fuck it, let's jump in the Benz

Thought we was celebrities the way that we was turnin' heads

My last bitch was a ten, my new bitch here a eight

Texas girls, do it better, that's up for debate

Shrimp with the fettuccine, baby, fix a plate

Niggas know I'm up, I'm sippin' champagne

They can't say it to my face, I celebrate the hate

These days, they crucify the real and wanna celebrate the lames

Niggas need to put the guns down and get they hustle up

My favorite song from Cassidy said, I'm a hustler

I come from times where you put a hoe in her place

And you can tell your girl love you by the way that she suckin' you

Can't do what a sucker does, hatin' bitch, suck it up

I know how these hoes get, fuck around fall in love with one

Wake up before the sun, let's go on a run

Let's hit the farmer's market, stackin' up the Munyun

Right when we get home, takin' shots of Patron

Head out of this world, E.T. had to phone home

Ain't many hoes, I'm really gettin' to know

I got you now, the game, I need to leave it alone, yeah