[Intro: Nino Breeze]
(Maybach Music)
Ayy, tighten up, jit, I'm 'bout to spazz on this bitch
I'm 'bout to go crazy, n***a, check this out
Yo, yo, hey (Maybach Music)

[Chorus: Nino Breeze]
I'm the type of n***a always got some motion
I done done it all, hustle, fraud, window pokin'
I'm the type of n***a always got some paper
Do the spin a block, in and out, pullin' capers

[Verse 1: Nino Breeze]
I'm the type of n***a
Won't hit the club without my tool like I got license, n***a
'Bout forty thousand worth of jewels, I ain't gon' fight you, n***a
But I'm gon' knuck and I'm gon' bust and I'm gon' strike you, n***a
I make one call to my vato, I get my packs delivered
I bleed the streets, get off that load and overnight the skrilla
Put on that ski, cut on that stove, and work that vacuum sealer
I seen the realest n***as fold just like action figures
You bеtter ask them n***as, I'm like that
Did mе a lil' bid and I came right back
This my trap, Saint Petersburg, Florida, this bitch Iraq
N***as wanna try that 'til they pussy ass get fired at
Same n***as who talkin' see me, head out, ran a five flat
I ain't lied yet (N***a, what you mean?)
I'ma go all in if it's 'bout that cash, I'ma chase that bag, I'ma get this cheese (That's right)
Low price if we talkin' ice, get bricks of clean for like fifteen
When you bust 'em out the wrapper (What's that?), smell just like gasoline (On God)
I ain't never had a fiend, now I'm tied like the cartel
To my bitches, I'm a player, to my city, I'm the mayor
Swear to God, need a new doctor, boy, them scripts'll make you rich
Last one got caught with one-point-nine million when they blitzed
True story
[Chorus: Nino Breeze & Rick Ross]
I'm the type of n***a always got some motion
I done done it all, hustle, fraud, window pokin' (Huh)
I'm the type of n***a always got some paper
Do the spin a block, in and out, pullin' capers (Huh, Maybach Music)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm the type of n***a screamin' fuck your feelings
Fifty million, mansion pillars with the tallest ceilings (Uh)
I'm that type of n***a, every day, I'm goin' viral
They think I'm sellin' powder, youngest n***a on the island (Woo)
I'm the type of n***a (Uh), I own sixty watches
I'll leave 'em in the boxes like they do Huaraches (Hahaha)
Certain type of n***as who names'll never die (Boobie)
We killin' every time, we'll leave them lames petrified (Black)
Once you cross the line, ain't nothin' we can rectify (Boss)
I'm flippin' fish filets to gift my n***as extra fries (Woo)
I'm that type of n***a who won't wear no lotion
See me steppin' with my weapon while the pistol smokin' (Brrt)
I'm that type of n***a to paint a hundred Chevys (Woo)
I'll paint my shit like your shit just to be so petty (Hahaha)
Been the type of n***a (Huh), who mind on the money (Huh)
If he steppin' outta line, he dyin' on a Sunday (Lord)

[Chorus: Nino Breeze & Moneybagg Yo]
I'm the type of n***a always got some motion
I done done it all, hustle, fraud, window pokin'
I'm the type of n***a always got some paper (Never)
Do the spin a block, in and out, pullin' capers (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, Speaker)
[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
I'm the type to loaf your wife and fuck your baby mama (Ugh)
Bought so many, I made the plug change the price on numbers (Speak)
I'm in Florida with iguanas, you play, them gators comin' (Go)
I'm really tied in with some Z's, yeah, them Haitian Zombies
Ah, she like to ride with the chopper, she my type, that shit get me hard (Ooh)
I done got out my body, poppin' a whatcha-call-it, see me tomorrow
I told 'em this shit large, stripper bitch treat me like God
Play her part (Hey), I can tell if you a trapper or a fraud (Yeah)
Cybertruck got a mind of its own (How?), put itself in park, uh (Skrrt)
I got the type of ice, don't need no light, shit hit in the dark, uh (Baow)
I got these rappers doin' everything I do, I'm makin' a mark (I stamp it)
The type of n***a come kick the door down, take somethin' 'fore I starve (Hey, Speak, Bagg)

[Chorus: Nino Breeze]
I'm the type of n***a always got some motion
I done done it all, hustle, fraud, window pokin'
I'm the type of n***a always got some paper
Do the spin a block, in and out, pullin' capers

[Post-Chorus: Nino Breeze]
I'm that type of n***a
Ain't never told, never fold
Yeah, I'm that type of n***a
Hit the road, get it sold
Ho, I'm that type of n***a
Won't never see me tuck my chain
I'm that type of n***a
Before I go, I leave a stain
[Outro]
(Maybach Music)