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typeoh lyrics lyrics

(intro)
all all all because of a simple typeoh
all all all because of a simple typeoh
because because because because typeoh
because because because because typeoh
all all all because of a simple typeoh
all all all because of a simple typeoh
because because because because typеoh
because becausе because because typeoh

(chorus)
album gon be grammy nominated ain’t a typo
i’ll be signing million dollars deals that ain’t a typo
rich, fame, big chains, said it ain’t a typo
my name cover magazines that ain’t a typo
wanna be like typeoh
she said said i’m her type oh
pockets can’t go lipo cause i’m
high demand like type o
always on the move can’t be stationary like typo
they call me the truth but you can call me typeoh

(verse1)
met an oracle who told me bout my later life
and the future f’ed me up like i’m scottie pippen’s wife
if i’d want to go and fix it, then i’d have to pay a price
i was begging on my knees she then whispered me advice, it went sorta like
get rich or die trying huh
that’s how you get out of here
swallow pride and swallow fear
keep your guard up watch your rear
don’t trust anybody you can only trust whose in the mirror
those who wish the worst on you are always all your closest peers
d+mn you serious
okay i took that sh+t to heart and there was no more looking back
aren’t you working way too hard typeoh where the h+ll you at
i’ve been working on my bars i’ve been working on my craft
would you look at
oracle look at me now
like stephen i’ve done made you proud
now i’m going on to chase, chasing towards the hundred thous
then it’s on to millions i don’t care about the cash amount
just as long it’s money and it’s going in my back account

(verse 2)
man you be looking good
there a time when i wasn’t
and what’d you have for lunch
filet mignon by the dozen
you know i’ve been eating good
it’s not even a discussion
she be saying that she likes me
is there someone here who doesn’t
mom i got the bag
you can take it easy
and momma you can brag
that your son be getting cheese and
that imma get the grad
working over in the weekend
momma don’t be sad
swear you’ll never have a reason ayy ayy
(verse 3)
eye on the money like illuminati
somebody’s spying on me
i earned the money i’m rich like i’m roddy
but somebody’s prying, on me
further i’m up the harder to please
could it be me?
reason i’ve been on a leash?
man f+ck it, money is all that i need
need more than one, cop cañada geese
looking like adam and eve
all of these snakes they plotting on me
put them right next to the g
i fill my closet from a to the z
watch how you talkin to me
medusa belt buckle make your body freeze
give me respect q’s and the p’s

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