LifeStyle ft. it'sMILLY Lyrics

It's just something about her type, it's what I like

She get whatever she want, she come from the street, but she stay at home

She ain't got no mind, but her outfit crumb, heartache

Please don't get her started, she don't wait on niggas, she get it regardless

Now she better get her car and a black truck when she come to the party

Yeah, I'm feelin' her lifestyle, she in the booth for goof, right now

I be comin' out the roof, it's light side, and she playin' the felt with no fire

I'm trickin' if you got it, she like, yeah, boy, you know somethin

And I ain't nothin' like your nigga from the past, he's a whole bunch

Come to my hood, a place I run, everything good, baby, leave your gun

How much they cost, come get these funds, meet me at the loft, I got a whole bunch

He gon' shot for shot with all he wants, I can't leave a crumb

Represent a ghost, so when I'm on the run, come fuck with a don

It's just somethin' about her type, it's what I like, she get whatever she want

Shoulda been full of money, held her long, and she let it be known on that song

Go to the wrist, it's two-tone, she get wet off my cologne

We tryin' boom and flood it out with cones, had to switch out both phones

It's Milly drippin' and dodgin' through TSA in the strip party

Popped me a Cardi and took it back, no, Milly don't do no art

I'ma get it regardless, I'm speakin' facts, I'm not sorry

Black truck's the party, and we do this shit off

Pussy pretty face, and he love the way I take

I'm with the killers, state to state, white tags, template

You the villain, I'm the bait, hood princess, have my way

My, my runs to the face, this ain't where I'm dislimicate

Raised a baby from that bay, ridin' on racks, high-speed chains

Hit the tree and they coppin' pay, your nigga love me, know he safe

Ain't nothin' but ballas in this place, shoot your shot, won't get no play

Gotta have some money, I don't get this cake, book me early, but I came late

It's just, I'm about her type, this what I like

She get whatever she want, she come from the street, but stay at home

She ain't got no man, but her outfit chrome, hardy

Please don't get her star, she don't weigh no niggas, she get it regardless

Tonight, she better get her car, in a black truck when she come to the bar

And I'm feelin' her lifestyle, she in the booth for goo, right now

When we come out the roof, it's lights out, and she playin' it felt with no foul

It ain't trickin' if you got it, she like, yeah, boy, you know somethin

And I ain't nothin' like your nigga from the past, he's a whole bonbon

Been a fool, learned to be

I mean, it was I don't