Type A N***a - Nino Breeze, Rick Ross & Moneybagg Yo: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Nino Breeze, Rick Ross & Moneybagg Yo

Type A N***a

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Type A N***a was released on April 3, 2026 by MMG / gamma. as a part of the album OMERTÁ

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Nino Breeze

Vocals

Cheyenne Tozzi

Background Vocals

Rick Ross

Vocals

Moneybagg Yo

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Vaughn A. Matthews

Vaughn A. Matthews

Lyrics

William Leonard Roberts II

William Leonard Roberts II

Lyrics

Demario White

Lyrics

Tevin Blands

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Beats By Taz

Producer

Mikiena Malcolm

Mikiena Malcolm

Recording Engineer

David “TropDavinci” Anthony Bermudez

Recording Engineer

Amani Hernández

Amani Hernández

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Eddie Hernandez

Eddie Hernandez

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Maybach Music

Aye, tighten up, jit, I'm about to spazz on this bitch

I'm about to go crazy, ****, check this out, yeah, yeah, hey

Maybach Music

[Chorus]

I'm the type of ****, always got some motion

I done done it all, hustle fraud, window pokin'

I'm the type of ****, always got some paper

Do the spin the block, in and out, pullin' capper

[Verse 1]

I'm the type of ****, won't hit the club without my tool

Like I got license, ****, buy forthy thousand worth of jewels

I ain't gon' fight you, ****, but I'm on up, and I'm on bust, and I'm on strikin', ****

I make one call to my bateau, I get my pipes delivered

I bleed the streets, get off that load, and overnight the scrilla

Put on that ski, cut on that stove, and work that vacuum sealer

I seen the realest **** fold, just like action figures

You better ask them, ****, I'm like that

Did me a lil' bid and I came right back

To my trap, St.Petersburg, Florida, this bitch Iraq

**** wanna try that till they pussy-ass get fired at

Same **** who talkin', see me head up

Ran a five flat, I ain't lied yet, ****, what you mean?

I'ma go all in, if it's 'bout that cash I'ma chase that bag, I'ma get this cheese

Low price, if we talkin' nice, get bricks to clean for like fifteen

When you bust them out the wrap, it smell just like gasoline

I ain't never had a thing, now I'm tied like the cartel

To my bitches, I'm a player, to my city, I'm the mayor

Swear to God, I need a new doctor, boy, them scripts will make you rich

Last one got caught was one point nine million when they blitz, true story

[Chorus]

I'm the type of ****, always got some motion

I done done it all, hustle fraud, window pokin'

I'm the type of ****, always got some paper

Do the spin the block, in and out, pullin' capper

Maybach Music

[Verse 2]

I'm the type of **** streamin' fuckin' feelings

50 million mansion, pillars with the tallest ceilings

I'm the type of ****, every day I'm goin' viral

They think I'm sellin' powder, youngest **** on the island

I'm the type of ****, I own sixty watches

I'll leave 'em in the boxes like they new Huaraches

Certain type of **** who names will never die

We killin' every time, I leave them lames petrified

Once you cross the line, ain't nothin' we can rectify

I'm flippin' fish fillets to give my **** extra fries

I'm the type of **** who won't wear no lotion

See me steppin' with my weapon while the pistol smokin'

I'm the type of **** to paint a hundred Chevys

I'll paint my shit like your shit just to be so petty

Been the type of **** who mind on the money

If he steppin' out of line, he dyin' on a Sunday

[Chorus]

I'm the type of ****, always got some motion

I done done it all, hustle fraud, window pokin'

I'm the type of ****, always got some paper

Do the spin the block, in and out, pullin' capper

[Verse 3]

I'm the type to loaf your wife and fuck your baby mama

Bought so many, I made the plug changed the price on numbers

I'm in Florida with these iguanas, you play them Gators comin'

I'm really tied in with some Z's, yeah, them Haitian zombies

She likes to ride with the chopper, she my type, that shit gets me hard

I done got out my body, poppin' on what you call it, send me to Mars

I told 'em this shit large, stripper bitch treats me like God, play her part

I can tell if you a trapper or a fraud, oh yeah

Cybertruck got a mind of his own, put itself in park

I got that type of ice, don't need no light, shit hit in the dark

I got these rappers doin' everything I do, I'm makin' them mark

The type of **** come kick the door down, take some 'fore I starve

[Chorus]

I'm the type of ****, always got some motion

I done done it all, hustle fraud, window pokin'

I'm the type of ****, always got some paper

Do the spin the block, in and out, pullin' capper

[Chorus]

I'm that type of ****, ain't never told, never fold

Yeah, I'm that type of ****, hit a road, get it sold

Ho, I'm that type of ****, won't never see me tuck my chain

I'm that type of ****, before I go I leave a stain

[Outro]

Maybach Music

Written by: Demario White, Tevin Blands, Vaughn A. Matthews, William Leonard Roberts II

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