JDTheSun - Your Type Lyrics

Swear I need a break, from you f*ck niggas
Get a lil' waypoint headed out of town
But I cant away, from you f*ck niggas
And y'all cant get away from these hundred thou' rounds
You can never say I put my trust in ya
You can never say I ain't got it out the ground
Can you be faithful, to one nigga
You got one loyalty, get around
And I don't give a f*ck about your type
If money what you like, then I got what you want
Booze in the trunk
And it's hella loud, coming from the front
And the back let it jump
Turnt the cabin to a strip club
Bad bitch
She brought all the bottles ain't nobody got your bitch drunk
She been acting awful, someone come and pick your bitch up
New bench, who up, I got two tens to sub
Lets see which one of you gon' get the dub
Cuz' I don't give a f*ck about your type, hm
I know that it's money that you like
And I got plenty smoke, start a fight
I know you just want to let your mind loose tonight
All these motherf*ckers always asking me for something
Answer with the bread, or they acting like its nothing
If ain't bout' a pound, switch the subject
And when you bring them hoes around, better bring a hundred
(Better bring a hundred)
She came at the right time, chilling the winners
(Chilling with the winners)
Shawty in the night time, turn her to a sinner
(Turning to a sinner)
She light up my life line, a little quicker
(A little quicker)
Said I'm a nice lil' nigga
But I tax, like the highest bidder
North side
But we still in the West side
Bad bitch, and of course she from the East side
I get me the work, so I take it to the South side
Man this money got no down time
Man, who said lil' shorty ain't a freak
You gotta make it out the bitch
Bet I'll take it out the bitch
And then I'll break it out the bitch
You aint hit, you just been taking out the bitch
Yes she got a choice, but she don't even got to pic
Told her I don't give a f*ck about your type, shi
I know that it money that you like
And I got plenty smoke, start a fight
I know you just want to let your mind loose tonight
And all these motherf*ckers always asking me for something
Answer with the bread or they be acting like its nothing
If ain't bout' a pound, switch the subject
And when you bring them hoes around, better bring a hunnid
Cuz' I don't give a f*ck about your type
If money what you like, then I got what you want
Booze in the trunk
And it's hella loud coming from the front
And the back let it jump
Turnt the cabin to a strip club
Bad bitch
She brought all the bottles ain't nobody got your bitch drunk
She been acting awful, someone come and pick your bitch up
New bench, who up, I got two tens to sub
I don't really give a f*ck
Swear I need a break, from you f*ck niggas
Get a lil' waypoint headed out of town
But I cant away, from you f*ck niggas
And y'all cant get away from these hundred thou' rounds
You can never say I put my trust in ya
You can never say I aint got it out the ground
Can you be faithful, to one nigga
You got one loyalty, get around