Lyrics

One look at you And my heart knew You were the one for me Not the type of nigga to brag My lady got it all Aye Yeah she poppin but never poppin off Plus she bad and boujee to top it off Tell whoever trippin they can knock it off Not the type of nigga to brag Lil baby got it all Yeah Am I wrong to just want to show you off Only right I chop it the top is off So tell whoever trippin You the type that make me boss up I been coolin But you movin with some hot stuff I just blow it It don't matter what it cost us Baby bring it to the table like a potluck And they be telling me it's not love But they don't know who they speaking on It's not us You can't tell me what you got is not drugs Cause I'm addicted Can you come and let me cop up yeah And girl you got me locked up They won't let me out Dealing with these bitches They just stress me out You the one I want to come and bless me now Uh Right now like right now like Not the type of nigga to brag My lady got it all Aye Yeah she poppin but never poppin off Plus she bad and boujee to top it off Tell whoever trippin they can knock it off Not the type of nigga to brag Lil baby got it all Yeah Am I wrong to just want to show you off Only right I chop it the top is off So tell whoever trippin they can knock it off Aye yeah Don't talk just pay attention Even good girls gotta pay commission Word on the street is that you got it all I wanna press every button till you turn bad Joint in my mouth for the look baby I'm the type you read about in the newspaper I'm the type to take you out In the new Mercedes Windows down music loud I was born to make it I slide right in them fresh sheets is satin Talk still cheap I'm about those actions Real satisfaction True thug passion She look good in high heels, open toed, air maxes Not the type of nigga to brag My lady got it all Aye Yeah she poppin but never poppin off Plus she bad and boujee to top it off Tell whoever trippin they can knock it off Not the type of nigga to brag Lil baby got it all Yeah Am I wrong to just want to show you off Only right I chop it the top is off So tell whoever trippin they can knock it off Oh, yeah Uh Haha, yeah Got it all She got it all That nigga Blxst Dom Kennedy Still gettin' fly
Writer(s): Dominic Hunn, Phillip Pugh, Marshall Sherman, Tahj Miller, Matthew Dean Burdette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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