Friday, September 27, 2013

Rich Homie Quan ft. Meek Mill & Young Jeezy - Type Of Way (Remix) Lyrics

Rich Homie Quan finally unleashes the official remix to his single ‘Type Of Way’. He gets some new verses from Meek Mill and Young Jeezy.

Type Of Way (Remix) Lyrics by Rich Homie Quan ft. Meek Mill & Young Jeezy

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Cut the tens, fold the twenty's
Stack the fifty's, stack the hundreds
Real talk, oh God gettin' paper
The biullshit gon' stop when my new album drop
Oh God silence all of you haters
My life's a video, I change clothes 'bout three times a day
Jackie Robinson I might just bought my life away
You know I'm feelin' like a star its a Givenchy day
She got the Halle Berry face and that Ashanti waist
They like, Jeezle why they hatin'? they feel some type of way
When you the shit, gon' be some fly's I just might need the spray
They wanna kill me in my sleep just like I'm Mike okay
They didnt learn that night you best believe they learned today
Its funny, hard, I dont pay em no
......make my carrot cake to get far for that
Fuck you and your feelings aint nobody got time for that

[Hook: Rich Homie Wuan]
Some type of way, make you feel some type of way
Heard she wana fuck me, know you feel some type of way
Mr. CEO is what my title say
Me and my homies did your ho, he feel some type of way

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Okay, some type of way it'll make the bill poor mama
I know you feel some type of way 'bout my come up
I told her end the night some way, aint want her number
My nigga Drake said some type of way the hit of the summer
Pistol still bustin', I dont care bout nuthin'
Wont remember none of this shit when I wake up
That nigga on my ass, I'da had a couple zips
My eye lids bout to close Im tryna stay up
(I'm still reppin' my clique)
Rich Homie forever boy I gotta stay
Name another super hero with a flyer cape
You sold your soul for some money thats the price you pay
Three shows a night, thats a 60K type of day
S-M-H, l-o-l, smiley face
First class R. Kelly 'bout to fly away
And I still got that Hardaway in my private place
I know you feel some type of way
About my

My niggas been hustlin' trying to make him something
Ain't no telling what he'll do for the paper
Soufflé, I'm straight, I steak my plate
Sade, I'm a smooth operator

(I drop the top of my whip baby!)
That car I'm driving make you feel some type of way
That custom Breitling make you feel some type of way
This bitch I'm with got me feeln' some type a way
Is it because my homies rich you feel some type of way?

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Okay, I popped a nigga chick, and he feel some type of way
Start talkin' dirty about me, popped up dead right away
Sixteen to his body, question eerbody K
I dont fuck with no new niggas, if they aint from around the way
So my niggas, my niggas dont ride like that
To my young nigga Snupe got popped like that
Dropped like that, got guap like that
Nigga throw a shot here, get shot right back like (Pow!)
Rari let the top go back, you aint even know I like Rocko back
Gettin to the money til its off in ... phone call worry where time goes at (Oh lord)
Tell it came over here, off that Range Moussain over here
All these niggas have things over there
It's a drought my nigga, make it rain over there (walah, walah)
Respect the connect to Wi-Fi
With Birdy we playin' bye bye
You fuck around get cut nigga high five

(I drop the top of my whip baby!)