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[Intro] (BX1) \”You don’t fu*k with me, Ralfy, you just want my money\” (Viper) Type s*it, type s*it [Chorus] \”You don’t fu*k with me, Ralfy, you just want my money\” Hmm, type s*it, type s*it You can keep that wack pu*sy, I just want them hundreds Huh, type s*it, type s*it Hundred thousand whips, doing donuts up in public Huh, type s*it, type s*it A wife in your house, but an eater when she clubbing Huh, type s*it, type s*it [Verse 1] I can’t fu*k with a broke-ass b!tch that’s a dub I just want your money, I ain’t tryna fall in love See me in the Bay before you see me in the club Fresh Awful Lot of Cough Syrup ‘fit thanks to Dubb Chiefing heavily while I’m thinking ’bout the lost trophies Losing Drakeo in the city hit harder than Kobe You can’t tell who the boss ’cause we all got Rollies Don’t hang with rats, just bosses and parollies Multi-colored froze diamonds look like bollies Used to see the money, I be spending when I’m in Dover Walk in the room, they break necks ’cause of my aura Huh, type s*it, type s*it We know that you a dog, but why you do it to your foreign? Huh, type s*it, type s*it Neiman Marcus, shopping out the clearance rack at Nordstrom Huh, type s*it, type s*it [Chorus] \”You don’t fu*k with me, Ralfy, you just want my money\” Hmm, type s*it, type s*it You can keep that wack pu*sy, I just want them hundreds Huh, type s*it, type s*it Hundred thousand whips, doing donuts up in public Huh, type s*it, type s*it A wife in your house, but an eater when she clubbing Huh, type s*it, type s*it [Verse 2] If you going crazy, I won’t bool you when you suck it Huh, type s*it, type s*it It feel good to be a joint, b!tch, I love it Huh, type s*it, type s*it Security in the club, don’t look cool, I don’t trust ’em That’s okay, ’cause I brought my own musket On my grind since a kid like Chad Muska Giving the blues over some music from a trumpet Make America great again, they done brought Trump back in Hmm, type s*it, type s*it We know you got the gas ’cause it smell like a skunk walked in Hmm, type s*it, type s*it [Chorus] \”You don’t fu*k with me, Ralfy, you just want my money\” Hmm, type s*it, type s*it You can keep that wack pu*sy, I just want them hundreds Huh, type s*it, type s*it Hundred thousand whips, doing donuts up in public Huh, type s*it, type s*it A wife in your house, but an eater when she clubbing Huh, type s*it, type s*it. TYPE SHIT lyrics – Ralfy the Plug : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com