No Type

[Hook] 'Cause I ain't got no type, no But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite Counting dirty money all night, where the wipes? I like my Swisher Sweet fat as fuck with cellulite Yeah, my bitch got a wife Yeah, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite And these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line They pockets saying vacant, and my shit say occupied [Verse] Yeah, bad bitch on my team, mmm Bad bitch on my team, just like Katniss Everdeen Got lipstick everywhere I got her shaking on this dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick like a electric chair, lawd I got liquor, I got cigarettes And these pussy ass niggas just got PMS I don't think you should see him, nor live off per diem She just took off her clothes and said you ain't lyin' She pretty like the bride of Frankenstein She kill it like she married to the mob I can't let one of these hoes lock me down mama She said don't worry son I'll help you make bond 'Cause these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades Don't let it blow up in your face now Had to buy my dick a barricade And a mothafuckin' K9 Diamonds in my teeth, I'm eating carrot cake So hard for me to put on a fake smile I had to buy my dick a barricade And a mothafuckin' K9 I got cocaine, I got cigarettes I don't do neither, it's at my bitch request She like bad boys, I'm her crook in the neck Her suicide note say she love me to death Ooh, for her Lewinsky is so critical And I didn't mean to get political I watch her, let her figure slither But I don't look into her snake eyes [Hook 2] I ain't got no type, no But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes? I like my Swisher Sweet fat as fuck with cellulite My bitch got a wife, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite And these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line They pockets saying vacant, and my shit say occupied But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes? I like my Swisher Sweet, fat as fuck, with cellulite My bitch got a wife, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite And these niggas talking crazy but they don't get out of line I'm sorry for the wait til I drop that Carter 5 [Outro] 'Cause these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades Don't let it blow up in your face now Had to buy my dick a barricade And a mothafuckin' K9