[Verse 1]

Like you the type of girl that wants to take it slow

Like you the type of girl that keeps it on the low

Like you the type of girl that only fuck with rich niggas

Are you the type of girl that want a man to mold?

Are you the type of girl that do it for the likes?

Are you the type of girl that does not have a type?

You just fuck with anyone, that wound up being truthful

The opposite of what most of these niggas do to you

Well, I'm him, shorty, I'm he

Shorty, I provide and I can give you the keys

Keys to the whip, keys to the crib

I won't say some corny shit like, "This is how I live"

'Cause what you see is what you get

I'm not tryna pay for sides or feed you with lies

I'm just tryna give you good dick and DoorDash

'Cause we can play the crib if you want to

We can play it cool, you know I want you

[Chorus]

What's your type? Yeah

Tell me, baby, what you on tonight? Yeah

'Cause you my type on paper

And I know you not supposed to talk to strangers, strangers

What's your type? Yeah

Oh, baby, tell me, what you on tonight? Yeah

'Cause you my type on paper

And I know you not supposed to talk to strangers, strangers

[Verse 2]

You can either hop up in my whip or take the B train

You can walk up in my crib, I know a few things

HBO or Uber Eats, girl, it's nothing, that's you

I ain't tripping, if you like it, then I love it, I do

You remind me of my ex girl

And I know it 'cause you like to do the same things

You take my hoodies and you like to rock my chains

I can tell that you been around

Never heard of notification and your phone always down

You expect me to trust you?

I can't do that if I ain't the only one that's gon' touch you

Only one that's gon' love you

You a stranger, so it's easy to dub you

Said, the only man can judge you's the man up above you

And I'm upstairs, shorty

Please listen to what I gotta say, shorty

I don't wanna be the nigga that's in your way, shorty

Baby, let me know right now

I just need to know right now

I be like

[Chorus]

What's your type? Yeah (What's your type?)

Tell me, baby, what you on tonight? Yeah (On tonight, night, yeah)

'Cause you my type on paper

And I know you not supposed to talk to strangers, strangers

What's your type? Yeah (What's your type?)

Oh, baby, tell me, what you on tonight? Yeah

'Cause you my type on paper

And I know you not supposed to talk to strangers, strangers

[Outro]

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