My Type Of Bih 2

It's easy for me to lock in, but my girl got to be locked in, too

I know how to sit down, because I ain't spinning no more, motherfucker, man

I got to run this shit up

But your girl got to understand that, too

Like, she got to be

She can't be, oh, let's go to Rufus Chris

Let's go here, let's go here, like

And you're like, nah, I can't

Now she looking at you like, you a bitch

You know what I'm saying

Like, you a brother

She got to know, like, oh, no, he building

Like, you know what I'm saying

We going to be good in a minute, though

You know, but it take a different type of woman to even understand

I'm real

It ain't shit

Real shit

They love her

I'm real

For real

Thank God

It ain't shit I wouldn't do

All she got to do is act

She so deep in that bitch, all she think about is cash

**** always trying to hit on her, but all she do is laugh

She don't fuck with broke ****, only **** with the bag

Shit, that's the type of bitch I love

Raised in the hood, learned the game from the thugs

Got it out the mud, turn that change into hugs

She a proper bitch quick, but she ain't scared to throw the ones

That's the type of bitch I like

That's the type of bitch you wife

She ain't scared to drop a bag on some motherfucking ice

She ain't scared to take a trip on that road overnight

She be playing with the phones and them balls if they right

That's the type of bitch I like

That's the type of bitch you wife

She ain't scared to drop a bag on some motherfucking ice

She ain't scared to take a trip on that road overnight

She be playing with the phones and them balls if they right