Migos & Cardi B – Type Shit Lyrics

TYPE SHIT LYRICS

[Takeoff]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah

[Takeoff]

It cost a half a ticket for a glass wrist (Half a milli')

But it ain't cost me nothin' for this bad b*tch (Ain't cost me nothin', ho)

We the ones that break the stage (Break), then get paid (Pay)

Came in the game, get yo' stain, bet the opps know all our names (B*tch)

Ain't you entertained? (Ho), I bossed her, now she plain (Plain)

The struggle where we came (Struggle), there's smoke behind my game (Smoke)

[Quavo]

(Soo, grrah)

Shots get to firin', 'cause some niggas got to hittin' (Hittin')

Made 'em spin twice, 'cause I swear I thought he missed (Go)

F*ck that smoke shit, I got ice on my wrist (Ice)

Still get my hands dirty, I'll wash 'em 'til it's drenched (Soo, soo, soo)

[Takeoff]

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

B*tch, it's the Rocket with all of these chains (B*tch, it's the Rocket)

She got a nigga, but shit, she told me she doin' her thang (Shit, that's cool)

Where there's a plug, well, none are more rockin' right now on terrain (Where there's a plug, oh)

This the type shit that's out yo' lane

[Quavo]

Type shit, type shit, this the type shit (Let's roll)

This the type shit that get yo b*tch hit (Smash)

This the type shit that got you trendin' (Woo, trend)

This the type shit that get yo' shit split (Ooh)

[Takeoff]

I pour a pint and drink that shit in thirty minutes (Drink, lean)

Ever since I jumped up off the porch I been gettin' it (Get it)

Thinkin' 'bout them bags we had stashed in the kitchen (Bags)

They said that society had turned me to a menace (F*ck society, f*ck 'em)

[Cardi B]

Look, I say this the type shit, b*tches love to type shit

I pull up Marine Serre, you know, in some tight shit

My accountant think I'm gay, all I do is buy shit

From the projects to the private jets, I've been a fly b*tch (Mwah)

Once hoes start doing bad, they need somethin' they can blame it on

B*tches couldn't be as hot as me in the summertime with a blanket on

B*tches really be puppets, I'm in the Lamb-chop and I don't play along (skrrt)

Are you stupid, dumb, or slow? Got these frames from Ricky O

All these verses I done slayed, all these looks that I done gave

Could have let these f*ck hoes drown, but I let them ride my wave

Man, these hoes lookin' real light and this a*s lookin' real heavy

Feel like 'Yoncé with this Birkin, but I'm Rowland with this Kelly (Grrr)

[Quavo]

Type shit, type shit, this the type shit (Let's roll)

This the type shit that get yo b*tch hit (Smash)

This the type shit that got you trendin' (Woo, trend)

This the type shit that get yo' shit split (Ooh)

[Offset]

Calling shots (Brr)

Order the semi's, then score on the opps (Score)

Scrape up the pennies before I was poppin' (hey)

F*ck her, dismiss her, I'm that type of guy (Get out of there)

Upping my fire and I'm waving it (Fire)

Take off the top, I done gutted it (Gutted it)

Call me two harlet before I had busted it (Before)

Flex on you niggas, this shit gettin' ugly (Ugly)

I got a Patek inside of the Cullinan (Ah)

I tell her suck on me, I tell her f*ck on me

Keep it a buck with me, up in it, stuck with me (Yes, sir)

If we get into it, you niggas gon' duck for me (Go)

Niggas go buck for me, shoot up the club for me (Shoot)

They want the recipe, body like Nestlé

Try get the best of me, but I ain't going (No)

She like an athlete, nigga, don't threaten me

Put out a hit, in two-months and he gone (Hit)

Put out the b*tch, she was here for too long (Put out)

We don't need a loan, the mob Capone (Mob)

I make an M with a blindfold (Woo)

Jump out the gym with some bows of the dope (Hey)

Them niggas spinnin', they takin' they souls (Spin)

Want a promotion, now he gettin' blowed (Blow)

Niggas already know (You know)

Set ain't no ho, he gon' come as a ghost

[Quavo]

Type shit, type shit, this the type shit (Let's roll)

This the type shit that get yo b*tch hit (Smash)

This the type shit that got you trendin' (Woo, trend)

This the type shit that get yo' shit split (Ooh)

Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up

Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda

"TYPE SHIT" SONG INFO

Artist	Migos (Quavo, Takeoff & Offset)
Featuring	Cardi B
Written By	Ciaga, Section 8, Tay Keith, Pardison Fontaine, Pooh Beatz, RVNES, Murda Beatz, Cardi B, Takeoff, Offset & Quavo
Produced By	Ciaga, Tay Keith, Section 8, Pooh Beatz, RVNES & Murda Beatz
Programmer	CIAGA, Pooh Beatz, RVNES, Section 8, Murda Beatz & Tay Keith
Mixing Engineer	Manny Marroquin
Mastering Engineer	Michelle Mancini
Recording Engineer	DJ Durel
Assistant Recording Engineer	Buster Ross
Assistant Mixing Engineer	Jeremie Inhaber
Drums	Murda Beatz
Piano	Murda Beatz
Synthesizer	Murda Beatz
Bass	Murda Beatz
A&R Coordinator	Asha Solai
A&R Admin	Liz Isik & Aldo Davalos
Studio Personnel	Buster Ross, Chris Galland, DJ Durel, Jeremie Inhaber, Manny Marroquin & Michelle Mancini
Label	Quality Control & Motown Records
Release Date	June 11, 2021

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