[Intro]
Think It's a Game
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Cut the tens (Yeah), fold the twenties (Yeah)
Stack the fifties (Yeah), stack the hundreds (Yeah)
Real talk, on God, getting paper (It's Tha World, nigga)
The bullshit gon' stop (Yeah)
When my new album drop (Yeah, what's up?)
On God, silence all of you haters (Let's go!)
My life's a video, I change clothes 'bout three times a day (Damn)
Jackie Robinson, I might just ball my life away (Haha)
You know I'm feeling like a star
It's a Givenchy day (Given'! Yeah)
She got the Halle Berry face
And that Ashanti waist (Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go!)
They like, "Jizzle, why they hating?"
They feel some type of way (Some type of way)
When you the shit, gon' be some flies
I just might need the spray (Raid, nigga)
They wanna kill me in my sleep
Just like I'm Mike, okay (I'm Mike, okay)
They didn't learn that night
You best believe they learned today (That's right)
Funny niggas, Kevin Hart (Kevin Hart)
I don't pay 'em no mind (Nah)
I went to save me the translator (Translator)
I don't talk, niggas, I'm down (Yeah)
Assassinate my character
You fuck-niggas should get fined for that (Fined for that)
Fuck you and your feelings, nigga
Ain't nobody got time for that (That right, too!)
Haha! Yeah
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Some type of way, make you feel some type of way
Heard she wana fuck me, know you feel some type of way
Mr. CEO is what my title say (Rich Homie, baby)
Me and my homies G'd your ho, he feel some type of way
[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Okay, "Some Type of Way," it made the Billboard, Mama (It did, Mama)
I know you feel some type of way about my come-up (I know you do)
I told her in the nicest way I ain't want her number (Get back)
My nigga Drake said "Some Type of Way" the hit of the summer
My pistol still busting, I don't care 'bout nothing
Won't remember none of this shit when I wake up (I won't remember)
That Percocet on my ass (Ha), and I done had a couple Xan (Ah)
My eyelids bout to close, I'm tryna stay up
(I'm still reppin' my clique baby!)
Rich Homie forever ho, I gotta stay (I do)
Name another superhero with a flyer cape (Where he at?)
You sold your soul for some money
That's the price you pay (You dumb, nigga)
Three shows a night, that's a 60K-type of day (Get Money)
S-M-H, L-O-L, ha, smiley face (hahaha)
First class, R. Kelly, 'bout to fly away (Let's go!)
And I still got that hideaway, that my private place (Rich Homie)
I know you feel some type of way about my...
[Pre-Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Nigga's been hustlin' trying to make him something
Ain't no telling what he'll do for the paper (Ain't no telling!)
Soufflé I'm straight, I stay in my place
Sade, I'm a smooth operator
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
(I drop the top of my whip baby!)
That car I'm driving make you feel some type of way
That custom Breitling make you feel some type of way (I'm shining, ho)
This bitch I'm with got me feelin' some type a way (Okay, okay)
Is it 'cause my homies rich you feel some type of way?
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Okay, I popped a nigga chick (Okay)
And he feel some type of way (He do)
Started talking dirty about me (Talking dirty)
Popped up dead right away (Like, brr-r-rt!)
Sixteen to his body (He gone)
Twice in the head by the K
And I dont fuck with no new niggas (No, no)
If they ain't from around the way (Turn up!)
So my niggas, my niggas don't rock like that
'Til my young nigga Snupe got popped like that
(Got dropped like that) I got guap like that
Nigga, throw a shot here, get shot right back
Like, BOW! 'Rari, let the top go back (Skrt!)
You ain't even know it, like Rocko back
Getting to the money selling soft and the hard
[?]worried where the top goes at, oh Lord!
Niggas selling 'caine over here
All-black Range, Mulsanne over here
All these niggas sell things over there
It's a drought, my nigga, make it rain over here
Voilà! Voilà!
Respect the connect, the Wi-Fi
With birdy, we playing bye-bye
You fuck around, get clapped, nigga—high-five, 'cause my...
[Outro: Rich Homie Quan]
My nigga...
I drop the top of my whip, baby!
I'm shining, ho!
Okay, okay
