It's fine by me I'm just saying it's fine by me And we can live like this forever If you never leave There's no one else around You're not the type Type of girl to remain With the guy, with the guy too shy Too afraid to say, he'll give his heart to you

How'd I get so faded? You don't have to love me, love me But you gon' have to fuck with me Yung God when I ride up Not too many that can fuck with me Never hung up on the bullshit I can't afford that type of luxury I'm boutta' do a show in Paris I swear

I'm just playing, but I'm saying Dreams of fucking one of these little rappers Barbie dreams R.I.P. to B.I.G Classic shit I'm looking for a nigga to give some babies A hand full of Weezy’s, a sprinkle of Dave East Man, I ain't got no type, like Jxmmi and

All right, okay As long as it's funky We'll make it funky for you now I'm a child of the ah, the 87 ah From the streets; get on a beat and go ah I could break it down like whatever ya ah On some K-R-S be-here-forever-type, uh

Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James This other type of money even make me nervous I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving Work, work, work, work, work Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang They

Oh tell me, tell me baby Tell me, am I the type you go for? Am I just wasting my time? All of the things running through my mind I've been staring down your way Don't know exactly what to say I'm wondering if you feel the same Because everytime I'm

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches

You just a play type of baby. And I ain't got no use for you. Glamour girl, glamour girl I find you'll never do. Now the fastest train that's leavin Is much to slow for me. Glamour girl, glamour girl. I'm cutting out on you Seven days you play the races.