Type Of Way Songtext
von Rich Homie Quan

Rich Homie Quan
That′s right, hoe

My niggas been hustlin' trying to make him something
Ain′t no telling what he'll do for the paper (Ain't no telling)
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 feelin' some type a way
Is it ′cause my homies rich you feel some type of way?

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 G'd your hoe, he feel some type of way

Okay, now let′s be real I know you feel some type of way (I know you do)
When I get to biting on her ear she make that Tyson face
I drop down to my knees thankful for life today
No naps just long sleep, hibernate


I can tell if he tell if he 12, right away
Go through hell 'cause I care, move you far away
Drop you off late, know he feel some type of way (Fuck that nigga)
I got hoes like golf trynna make what Tiger makes (That wood)
I got a hideaway, and I go there sometimes, to give my mind a break
I find a way (To do what?)
To still get through the struggle, what I'm tryna say (Okay, okay)
And I ain′t lying today when I tell you that I love

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 (I know you do)
That custom Breitling make you feel some type of way
This bitch I′m with got me feelin' some type a way
Is it 'cause my homies rich you feel some type of way?

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 G′d your hoe, he feel some type of way

She got a Georgia peach on her rear end like a licence plate
No rookie, girl scout cookie got me high today (I smoke good)
I probably make, more money in six months
Than what′s in your papa's safe
Look like I robbed a bank


I set it off like Queen Latifah, ′cause I'm living single
I′m feeling cautious, I ain't scream when they served a subpoena
I heard that he the leader, come follow my tribe today
I fucked her now he heated, he feel some type of way

Don′t know how to say, ain't the hardest man working?
Attention we pay, there's always a man lurking
No man perfect, but God
My head, I nod
Rich, homie, ugn

My niggas been hustlin′ trying to make him something
Ain′t no telling what he'll do for the paper (Ain′t no telling)
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 feelin' some type a way
Is it 'cause my homies rich you feel some type of way?

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 G′d your hoe, he feel some type of way

I know you do
Don′t look like that
Thank you Lord
Let go, let go