TYPE OF TIME

[Intro]
Uh, on that, uh, on that type of time
Goyard, Chanel bag, she want it, I told her— uh
Goyard, Chanel bag, I told her— she want it

[Chorus]
Goyard, Chanel bag, she want it, I told her, "Pick it," uh
Fuckin' up the mall, sometimes Miri go to trickin', uh
I know what to do for real, I'm havin' plenty bitches
My lil' bitch'll set it off from Mya J to Picky, uh
They know we the sickest, uh, fuck that, I'm the biggest, uh
Talk a ho out of panties, bro done broke a ho for prescription, uh
Mouthpiece on one thousand, all the ho gotta do is listen, uh
'Fore this rap shit, I was weighin' up in a kitchen

[Verse]
Proofread my rap, nigga, anti-cap on every bar
Who say I'm a rapper? Nigga, Miri an ex trap star
I know niggas fuckin' 'round with that too and they sellin' tar
Real street nigga, I'm in the trap on the phone my A&R
Run your bag up, lil' nigga, huh, on that type of time
She ain't got her shit together, no, she ain't no bitch of mine
Miri just started, I ain't even near the finish line
Nigga, my neck stay on cold, yeah, just like it's wintertime
I provide the table and a place like it's dinner time
Bitches keep on playin' their role right, I might settle down
All you gotta do is place an order, we gon' mail them out
Promoter put New D on the fly, we gon' sell it out
Huh, that shit no question
Ran across a bad bitch, but she so messy, uh
Hate a bitch who blow me up, man, I lack in textin', uh
We them youngins havin' motion, your nigga in the broke section, uh
I'm that young nigga pop out, have it on in a fast car
Broke-ass nigga ain't even gon' feed the bitch, he gon' make her starve
Feel like just splurgin' on shit, remember times were hard
Told you fuckin' 'round with a boss, I know you used to fuck with lil' boys
Huh, a different tax bracket
Take my bitch on a shoppin' spree, no lie, I got a eye out for fashion
Nigga won't even go and cut no grass, rather sell some plasma
Nigga, some of ours, ain't lettin' you breathe, nigga, like, fuck asthma
Look, I got a small problem buyin' pretty bitches shit
Miri a big ol' player, but they know I ain't with that kissin' shit
I make gettin' money music, I ain't with that dissin' shit
Man, I love a freaky girl who love playin' innocent, uh
That lil' type of shit, that's what turn me on
Ain't no play play inside this door, really get it on
Know a redbone who super grown, eat it off the bone
Chocolate bitch, she love cookin', feed a nigga filet mignon

[Chorus]
Goyard, Chanel bag, she want it, I told her, "Pick it," uh
Fuckin' up the mall, sometimes Miri go to trickin', uh
I know what to do for real, I'm havin' plenty bitches
My lil' bitch'll set it off from Mya J to Picky, uh
They know we the sickest, uh, fuck that, I'm the biggest, uh
Talk a ho out of panties, bro done broke a ho for prescription, uh
Mouthpiece on one thousand, all the ho gotta do is listen, uh
'Fore this rap shit, I was weighin' up in a kitchen