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