[Intro: The Spinners]
One look at you
And my heart knew
You were the one for me

[Chorus: Blxst]
Not the type of n***a to brag, my lady got it all
Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off (Sheesh)
Plus she bad and bougie to top it off
Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off
Not the type of n***a to brag, lil' baby got it all, yeah
Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey (On God)
Only right I chop it, the top is off
So tell whoever trippin'

[Verse 1: Blxst]
You the type that make me boss up
I've been coolin' but you movin' with some hot stuff
Might just blow it, it don't matter what it cost us
Baby, bring it to the table like a potluck, yeah
And they be tellin' me it's not love
But they don't know who they speakin' on, it's not us (Yeah)
You can't tell me what you got is not drugs
'Cause I'm addicted, keep me coming, let me cop up, yeah
And girl you got me locked up, they won't let me out (Nah)
Dealin' with these bitches, they just stress me out (Yeah)
You the one I want to come and bless me now, uh
Right now like, right now like
[Chorus: Blxst & DOM KENNEDY]
Not the type of n***a to brag, my lady got it all
Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off (Sheesh)
Plus she bad and bougie to top it off
Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off
Not the type of n***a to brag, lil' baby got it all, yeah
Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey (On God)
Only right I chop it, the top is off
So tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off (Yeah, ayy)

[Verse 2: DOM KENNEDY]
Don't talk just pay attention (Yeah)
Even good girls gotta pay commission (Sheesh)
Word on the street is that you got it all
I wanna press every button 'til you turn bad
Joint in my mouth for the look, baby (Yeah)
I'm the type you read about in the newspaper
I'm the type to take you out, in the new Mercedes (In the new Mercedes)
Windows down, music loud, I was born to make it (Uh)
I slide right in, if her sheets is satin
Talk still cheap, I'm about those actions
Real satisfaction, true thug passion
She look good in high heels, open toes, Air Maxes
I'm out

[Chorus: Blxst & DOM KENNEDY]
Not the type of n***a to brag, my lady got it all (Yeah)
Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off (Sheesh)
Plus she bad and bougie to top it off
Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off
Not the type of n***a to brag, lil' baby got it all, yeah
Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey (On God)
Only right I chop it, the top is off
So tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off
[Outro: DOM KENNEDY]
Oh, yeah
Uh
Haha, yeah
Got it all
She got it all
That n***a Blxst
Dom Kennedy
Still gettin' fly