New Type (feat. Childish Gambino)

I'm feelin' on these silk sheets

And I'm fillin' up these silk sheets

With legs, hips, thighs, ass

Legs, hips, thighs, ass

I'm feelin' on these silk sheets

Oh, I'm feelin' so alone

Wish I had a man to make me whole

Whole

Turn this big ass house into a home

Home

And I

I'm

I'm watchin' my cell phone ring

Watchin' my shit light up

I got hood **** blowin' me up, I

I

I, I

I, I

Not tonight

Tonight, tonight

I got a new type, new type, new type

New type

Trick daddy lookin' motherfucker

Swear 'fore God, I never wanna see another

Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under

Arguin' on the phone with yo' ugly baby mother

Sleepin' on the couch of the house of yo' mother

You can't live with me, so won't you try and find another?

Fuckin' 'round with me, you gon' end up on your own

Have yo' stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?

I know I'm ugly, but I'm interesting

You know I'm flirtin' with ya

You want that perfect picture

No filter, simple livin'

Simpin', always listen

Guilt him so there’s no suspicion

Low ambition

Wanna live his life without my BM in my DM sayin' Junior miss him

I show up with a Happy Meal, yo' attitude ain't happy

You tell my son his daddy broke, he hear you laughin' at me

****, get the fuck outta here with that broke ass McDonald's

I'm from around the way, yo' cousin went to Abernathy

I knew you when your wig ain't have no lace, I loved you nappy

Girl, now why you cappin'?

That ass ain't yours, I can't afford, I'm waitin' on my taxes

But you look good, been on yo' Erykah, I drive through Texas

You said to call Tyrone

You know they booked him in January

I'm doing 9 to 5, you wanna eat off my commissary

You want me doin' life, I'm not the type to wife

And call me triflin', but I ain't no

Trick daddy lookin' motherfucker

Swear 'fore God, I never wanna see another

Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under

Arguin' on the phone with your ugly baby mother

Sleepin' on the couch of the house of your mother

You can't live with me, so won't you try and find another?

Fuckin' 'round with me, you gon' end up on your own

Have yo' stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?