You're My Type

[Intro:] This one for my baller niggas That hate when the weakest ho in the club try to approach him Some songs the ladies love me The girls gon' hate me for this one But I gotta do it Come on [Hook 1:] Bitch, do I look like your type? Don't get me wrong, you still gotta look cool to me Bitch, do I look like your type? [Verse 1:] She asked Is that pronounced N-Y-C? No, that's a niche Rock Clavin Klein So she can see K I'm still doing 120 on the freeway She still got a prom picture in her key-chain I told her look This ain't high school no more I'm not tryin'a fuck being cool no more So niggas go ball Just to perform Cause all these rats be talking up a storm I know what they worn I know what they be liking If they hair short Said "They probably be dyking'" Probably a drying Probably you like it I can't know what You're probably a psychic I know a crazy bitch by the look in her eyes I know a cheating bitch gonna look at my guys I know a fat bitch gonna look at them fries Tell me on the side like "Can I supersize?" Got my meat in my ride Go down while I drive Some hoes ain't for show You just keep 'em inside Call 'em at 3 AM and get deep up inside Yo me and my homie, when you see me you don't know me You heard? [Hook 2:] Bitch, do I look like your type? Don't get me wrong, you still gotta look cool to me Bitch, do I look like your type? This ain't a song I made for ugly hoes to start approaching me [Hook 1] [Verse 2:] Woah She Rock the jeans above the knees Oh them must be some kid capris So I spend cheese Urp! Bitch please Bet your girlfriend didn't tell you 'bout me