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