My Type

de Busta Rhymes

(Intro)
Conglomerate nigga
Yo fizzy you know we one and the same
This is our type of party nigga
Haha
You know what I’m sayin like…
J-doe
These bitches actin out, we love it though
Busta boss nigga
Hahaha yea
Spell it
Check it
It’s my type of party
Scratch it up
Woo
Quite strong me and t nigga uh

(Verse)
It’s strung out and I’m neo
Run the jungle with leos
Bluntin but I keep c notes
Kill niggas in trios
Smoke weed with my po
Poppin mollys with jo
Fuck the bitches with tyga
Then I get money stacks with c lo
Burn that, it’s my homie
Busta rhymes is my brodie
I don’t trust these bitches
Carrying monsters like they coded ya
Say I’m trill if they know me
So what are my homies
So say ice bottle in my hand
But I’m in the club carrying that 40
Came with bitches, that’s rocky
Nobody dance so they cocky
Struttin hard through that lobby
Headed outside to rob my bugatti
They got drunk in this party
Now these bitches all horny
And I was foamin like raddy
So I pulled it out and let the bitch blow me
Get my jury from jacob
I don’t shop at denny’s
Chain yellow and red
She look like a wendis
Money stacks – I got plenty
Look at my feet, my shoes they say fendy
In a trash pot I’m vamping like jelly
Cooking that work up like it’s denny’s

(Hook)
Your girl got a cute face, her friend got a nice body
And they just wanna have fun, this my type of party
200 Bitches in the lobby, there’s plenty bitches in my lobby
And they all drinkin, they smoking, this my type of party

(Verse)
Bitch we bubble like soda, sellin these verses like coca
Bitch respect my persona or I’ll leave your ass up in a coma
What’s poppin slam occra?
Twistin it girl like yoga
Kiss yo bitch then I stroke her
Make a plane cuz I got too much exposure
All of my meals I eat coshure
Blackout, break a nigga shoulder
Put the ratchet back up in the holster
Sick with it like it was pneumonia
I like your chain but it’s a loaner
Can’t talk to me, nigga hold up
Short breath nigga, I’m a grownup
To the space shuttle when a nigga roll up
Shift the clusters when I touch that gas
It’s must so nigga bust that ass
In this guster where you lost that trash
While we in the club and now we got it on smash
Smashin every arena
International visa
When I’m done a nigga need fema
Can’t breathe, got emphysema
White lines on a black table – zebra
Stiff col, become another creature
Tip toeing on top of the speaker
Bitch strip club dance like a ballerina
See me move with my army
Fuck you niggas, I’m sorry
With my caviar in my coffee
Bitch this my type of party

(Verse)
Bad ho in my place yea
Stacked with a nice body
She just talkin bout fuckin uh
That’s my type of party
20 Hoes tryina call me
It’s plenty hoes tryina call me
And niggas tryina be mixed uh
That’s my type of party, okay
Ridin round in my space ship
Fresh off of vacation yea
My bitch look amazing yea
Yo bitches look basic uh
My song in heavy rotation yea
Get yo ship and trace stations
My style is looking like greatness
Yo swag me some donations, hold up
Shout out to my boy dom
La niggas, we on
Tyga, problem & kendrick
Game & yg let’s get it
I’m killin the verse with no problem
Don’t rehearse and don’t write em
I just mob in that booth
Whenever I do sound awesome yea