New Type (feat. Childish Gambino)

I'm feelin' on these silk sheets And I'm feelin' up these silk sheets With legs (legs), hips (hips) Thighs (thighs), ass (ass) I'm feelin' on these silk sheets Oh, I'm feelin' so alone Wish I had a man to make me whole (whole) Turn this big ass house into a home (home) And I, I'm watchin' my cellphone ring Watchin' my shit light up (uh-oh) I got hood niggas blowin' me up, I I, I, I, I, I Not tonight, tonight, tonight I got a new type, new type, new type (new type) Trick daddy lookin' motherfucker Swear 'fore God I never wanna see another Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under Arguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother Sleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother (no) You can't live with me, so won't you try and find another? Fuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own Have your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone? I know I'm ugly, but I'm interesting, you know I'm flirtin' with ya (oh) You want the perfect picture, no filter, simple livin' Simpin', always listen, guilt him, so there's no suspicion Low ambition, wanna live his life without my BM in my DM saying: "Do you miss him?" I show up with a happy meal, your attitude ain't happy You tell my son his daddy broke, he hear you laughin' at me (Nigga, get the fuck outta here with that broke ass McDonald's) I'm from around the way, your cousin went to Abernathy I knew you when your wig ain't had no lace, I loved you nappy Girl, now why you cappin'? That ass ain't yours, I can't afford, I'm waitin' on my taxes But you look good, been on your Erykah, I drive through texas You said to call Tyrone, you know they booked him in january I'm doin' nine to five, he wanna eat off my commissary You want me doin' life, I'm not the type to wife And call me triflin', but I ain't no Trick daddy lookin' motherfucker Swear 'fore God I never wanna see another Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under Arguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother (no) Sleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother You can't live with me, so won't you try and find another? Fuckin' round with me, you gon' end up on your own Have your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?