Lyrics Rich Homie Quan – Type Of Way

Bridge:
My Niggas been hustlin’ trying to make him something
Ain’t no telling what he’ll do for the paper
Soufflé, I’m straight, I steak my plate,

(I Drop The Top Of My Whip Baby!)
That car I’m driving make you feel some type of way
That Custom Breitling make you feel some type of way
This bitch I’m with got me feeln’ some type a way
Is it because my homies rich you feel some type of way?
Some type of way, make you feel some type of way
Heard she wanna fuck me, know you feel some type of way
Mr. CEO is what my title say
Me and my homies did your Hoe, he feel some type of way.

Verse 1:
Ok now let’s be real I know you feel some type of way
When I get to biting on her ear she make that Tyson face
I drop down to my knees thankful for life today
No naps since long sleep; hibernate
I can tell if he 12, right away
Go through hell cause I care, move you far away
Drop you off late, know he feel some type of way
I got hoes like golf trynna make what tiger made
I got a hide away, and I go there sometimes, to give my mind a break
I find a way, to still get through struggle, what I’m tryna say
And I ant lying today when I tell you that I love…

My Niggas been hustlin’ trying to make him something
Ain’t no telling what he’ll do for the paper
Soufflé, I’m straight, I steak my plate,
Shorty, I’m a smooth operator

(I Drop The Top Of My Whip Baby!)
That car I’m driving make you feel some type of way
That Custom Breitling make you feel some type of way
This bitch I’m with got me feeln’ some type a way
Is it because my homies rich you feel some type of way?
Some type of way, make you feel some type of way
Heard she wanna fuck me, know you feel some type of way
Mr. CEO is what my title say
Me and my homies did your Hoe, he feel some type of way

Verse 2:
She got a Georgia peach on her rear end like a licence plate
No rookie, girl scout cookie got me high today
I probably make, more money in six months,
Than what’s in your papa’s safe
Look like I robbed a bank
I set it off like Queen Latifah, cause I’m living single
I’m feeling cautious, I ain’t scream when they served a subpoena
I heard that he the leader, come follow my tribe today
I fucked her now he heated, he feel some type of way
Don’t know how to say, ain’t the hardest man working?
Attention we pay, there’s always a man lurking
No man perfect, but God
My head, I nod
Rich, homie, ugn…

My Niggas been hustlin’ trying to make him something
Ain’t no telling what he’ll do for the paper
Soufflé, I’m straight, I steak my plate,
Shorty, I’m a smooth operator

(I Drop The Top Of My Whip Baby!)
That car I’m driving make you feel some type of way
That Custom Breitling make you feel some type of way
This bitch I’m with got me feeln’ some type a way
Is it because my homies rich you feel some type of way?
Some type of way, make you feel some type of way
Heard she wanna fuck me, know you feel some type of way
Mr. CEO is what my title say
Me and my homies did your Hoe, he feel some type of way

Outro:
I know you do
Don’t look like that
Thank you Lord
Let’s go, let’s go!