My Type

[Chorus: Karlae] Nigga I done flooded my wrist got it dancin’ in the rain and my diamonds got moves like Jagger Made the money flip like Jeff off the ladder Real bitch, steppin’ I don’t do no chatter Cloth is cut different I walk with a knife I can’t fuck with brokies, I break out in hives Vision expensive, CCs on my eyes I’m ‘bout that money, yeah that’s my type aye Hey, yeah know that my type yeah Yeah, aye, know that my type yeah Yeah, yeah, know that my type yeah Yeah, aye know that that money my type [Verse 1: Karlae] Know that that money my type Baguettes on my body he say I’m a hottie Hoodie lil’ kitty I do what he like Like kawasaki I ride like a bike Slide in that Lamb with that pipe Don’t do no playin’ you try me they sprain’ Don’t got no time to be wasting on fights Talk to me nice I be claiming your life Like a thief in the night I take anything but some dick If he want time with me then he AP my wrist I don’t want no relations, get hit then I dip (Ha) The money just come to me I keep it on me that’s just for the company These niggas pussy these bitches is wannabes Pretty lil’ bitch want it nobody hungrier than me [Chorus: Karlae] Nigga I done flooded my wrist got it dancin’ in the rain and my diamonds got moves like Jagger Made the money flip like Jeff off the ladder Real bitch, steppin’ I don’t do no chatter Cloth is cut different I walk with a knife I can’t fuck with brokies, I break out in hives Vision expensive, CCs on my eyes I’m ‘bout that money, yeah that’s my type aye Hey, yeah know that my type yeah Yeah, aye, know that my type yeah Yeah, yeah, know that my type yeah Yeah, aye know that that money my type [Verse 2: Yung Mal] Know that that money my type, my type All these hunnids I cash out on whatever I like I came up from nothing, I’m living my life I swear I stay high like I live in the sky Drop a new tape then I’m raising my price Thought I jumped out the freezer I’m loaded with ice I done went up like I climbed up a ladder Not from Toronto, pull up in a raptor Play with this shit put his face on a channel Lean I’m sipping that dirty my Fanta I done got rich so it don’t even matter Jump out with this stick rocking Dolce Cabana Ran this shit up just to take care of my family Mike Amiri with the racks stuffed in ‘em Couldn’t catch him caught his mans, gotta hit em Choppa flip him like a damn train hit ‘em [Chorus: Karlae] Nigga I done flooded my wrist got it dancin’ in the rain and my diamonds got moves like Jagger Made the money flip like Jeff off the ladder Real bitch, steppin’ I don’t do no chatter Cloth is cut different I walk with a knife I can’t fuck with brokies, I break out in hives Vision expensive, CCs on my eyes I’m ‘bout that money, yeah that’s my type aye Hey, yeah know that my type yeah Yeah, aye, know that my type yeah Yeah, yeah, know that my type yeah Yeah, aye know that that money my type