Know Ya Type - Money Man

I can’t fuck with you, I know your type, I know you slime

Yeah, I’m ridin' with the gang wrong or right, yeah, every time

We gon' take these bags to different states, who volunteerin' to drive?

This shit for the brave-hearted, if you scary, you can’t ride

Broke nigga ain’t got no gas money tryin' to bum a ride

Swipin' with some shades and some fake dreads, I improvise

They don’t wanna see me win, they sit back and they criticize

This is real ZaZa, with the bags, I charge 'em thirty-five

Pussy nigga don’t know his strains, I’ma tax him every time

He don’t bust the seal no more, he know it’s quality every time

She can’t wait for me to get home, we fuck for hours every time

If it’s smoke, you know it’s up there, I ain’t tryna reconcile

I ain’t tryna go back to poverty, I ain’t tryna relate to you

I ain’t got no time to kick it, I got better shit to do

I ain’t trickin' on no bitch, I got kids who gotta eat

And Versace on my feet, Chain Reaction, black and white

I be swipin' day and night, I be servin' day and night

Trap shit in my DNA, I can’t help but catch a play

Trap shit in my DNA, I can’t help but serve a J

I buy nothin' but fast cars to make sure I get away

Niggas takin' space up in the trap, I swear they in the way

I keep nothin' but shooters with me, I should join the NBA

Catchin' plays in Dior B22's, that orange and gray

I got Band-Aids on my mind, so I’m worrying every day, hey

I can’t fuck with you, I know your type, I know you slime

Yeah, I’m ridin' with the gang wrong or right, yeah, every time

We gon' take these bags to different states, who volunteerin' to drive?

This shit for the brave-hearted, if you scary, you can’t ride

Broke nigga ain’t got no gas money tryin' to bum a ride

Swipin' with some shades and some fake dreads, I improvise

They don’t wanna see me win, they sit back and they criticize

This is real ZaZa, with the bags, I charge 'em thirty-five