Rico Love – No Type lyrics

She ain’t got no type
Rich niggas is the only kind she like
Money causing ice
Now you know what I mean
When I say bitches be like
She ain’t got 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

Said she only lives on Sundays
On the stage of Stevie J like it’s a runway
Takin’ selfies with a homegirl
Damn, baby, is you eva gon’ put down yo phone, girl?
Gone, girl, how the fuck you gonna judge?
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?

And you ain’t even out here gettin’ paper
Man, this shit is crazy, all that bullshit is gon’ take you
Takin’ nowhere fast, talkin’ 0 to 100, hoe
All that runnin’, don’t even know what you runnin’ for?
She said

She ain’t got no type
Rich niggas is the only kind she like
Money causing ice
Now you know what I mean
When I say bitches be like
She ain’t got 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

She ain’t KOD on a Monday
With that dirty ass weave, girl, that shit must weigh a ton, bae
High maintenance but you in a Hyundai
Five girls, one room, when you bitches gon’ step up yo funds, bae?
Rico, is you mad?’ Bitch, I might be
But is you bitches gettin’ cash? Unlikely
That means you’re unlike me
That’s why you do not excite me

And you ain’t even out here gettin’ paper
Man, this shit is crazy, all that bullshit is gon’ take you
Takin’ nowhere fast, talkin’ 0 to 100, hoe
All that runnin’, don’t even know what you runnin’ fo’?
She said

She ain’t got no type
Rich niggas is the only kind she like
Money causing ice
Now you know what I mean
When I say bitches be like
She ain’t got 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

She be geeked up, gee-geeked up
(Rich niggas is the only kind she like)
She be geeked up, gee-geeked up
(With that dirty ass weave, girl, that shit must weigh a ton, bae)
She be geeked up, gee-geeked up
(Damn, baby, is you eva gon’ put down yo phone, girl?)
She be geeked up, gee-geeked up
(Five girls, one room, when you bitches gon’ step up yo funds, bae?)
Before you get an attitude, I want you to ask yourself
Which part of this song is a lie?
Everything I’m saying is shit you see everyday
I’m just the one ain’t afraid to talk about it
May 19th, 2015, turn the lights, our album comin’

She ain’t got no type
Rich niggas is the only kind she like
Money causing ice
Now you know what I mean
When I say bitches be like
She ain’t got 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