[Hook:]

She ain’t got no type
Rich n***as is the only kind she like
Money, cars and ice
Now you know what I mean When I say bitches be like
She ain’t got no type (She ain't got no type, no type)
Call a babysitter cuz she bout to take a flight
She do it every night
Even though her momma tell
Her she ain’t livin’ right

[Verse 1:]
Said she only lives on Sundays
On the stage with Stevie J like it’s a runway
Takin’ selfies with her homegirl
Damn, baby, is you eva gon’ put down yo phone, girl?
Gone girl, how the fuck I'm gon' judge?
(Turn the lights on)
Bitch, I’m in the club too
On champagne I spent a dub
I like groupie love too
Everyday I tell my son
I be like ‘daddy loves you’
You ain’t seen yo kids for weeks
Bitch that shit don’t bug you?