yeah... uh huh...
Got a red-bone, got a dark skinned chick,
One long hair, one short hair, make no difference.
Might be skinny, might be thick, she still my bitch.
So many damn women, don't make no sense.
Cuz I ain't got a type.
Long as you grown,
Long as you bad.
You got your own
I ain't got a type
Just be a hundred
Ain't with tha drama
If ya like it I love it girl
Got so many options it's hard to choose which one's for me
Not really searchin for no wifey, just someone to keep it G
I ain't got no type, I just like what I like
Ever since I started movin, hoes been watchin me like skype.
Now, don't get the wrong idea, I am not the one that gon??????
Not like your average nigga, my mind on my money, not really on a bitch
So, can't really force no love on me, so baby relax and let it flow
What's meant to be gon happen, I'm not just rappin, just diggin back from the soul, uh huh, you like them girls that hold you down nigga, uh huh, I'm talkin ones that stick around nigga, uh huh, a bad bitch that shut it down nigga, uh huh, just show me somethin.
Got a red-bone, got a dark skinned chick,
One long hair, one short hair, make no difference.
Might be skinny, might be thick, she still my bitch.
So many damn women, don't make no sense.
Cuz I ain't got a type.
Long as you grown,
Long as you bad.
You got your own
I ain't got a type
Just be a hundred
Ain't with tha drama
If ya like it I love it girl
I can't discriminate, if you're talkin a good game then I won't hesitate. I'm just lookin for a chick out there who can relate. Good conversation and good sex, oh yeah that keep me straight. Now gon' and regulate. I fuck with her cuz she make her own money, please don't lie stay a hundred, And I can see she don't want nothing from me, so I'ma hold it down babygirl let's run it
And I ain't got no type, ain't got no type I'll say it again. Tonight is one of them nights, it's gon be alright, you can bring yo friend. You see exactly what's goin on, girl stay with me and I can carry on. And I'm gon treat you right I know its been so long. The last man was so uptight, this so wrong but feels so right, you so bad I had to look twice.
Got a red-bone, got a dark skinned chick,
One long hair, one short hair, make no difference.
Might be skinny, might be thick, she still my bitch.
So many damn women, don't make no sense.
Cuz I ain't got a type.
Long as you grown,
Long as you bad.
You got your own
I ain't got a type
Just be a hundred
Ain't with tha drama
If ya like it I love it girl
