Vincent Augustus - my type Lyrics

Icon, bitch, you're not an icon
Let's see if he's still talking shit when the mic's gone
Dead eyes, no one's home but the lights on
F*cking with your girl just to mention it in my song
Maybe she my type, that girl, she my type
Boy, you my type, that pussy, you my type
Don't know what you have, don't be mad, not my type
I don't think it's funny if you laugh and you die
Let's check out what we up against
Brain on the ceiling, you can see what was up with him
Sad girl, tell me why you're down
That's my type
I'll be seeing you around
That's my type
Mix it with a little bit of brown
That's my type
Hit me up whenever you're in town
That's my type
Boy, you can't afford it, don't ask for the price
That white girl, I snorted, then I pass on the right
Call me Scrooge McDuck, I got cash in my eyes
Lemon pepper wings, I might pass on the rice
I don't need an audience, I clap and you die
Sad girl, tell me where you down
That's my type
I'll be seeing you around
That's my type
Mix it with a little bit of brown
That's my type
Hit me up whenever you're in town
That's my type