Rick Ross, French Montana, Harry Fraud - Kind of Girl lyrics

You are just the kind of girl I always wanted
When I was a little boy
 thinkin' 'bout bein' grown
Now that I'm a man, you come along
And I cannot let you go 'cause I know
I want you for very long
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
So I say

All my bitches ask me how many bitches I got
(Got)
Can you count the raindrops as
You look in the sky?
(Sky)
Are you my main bitch or just
A chick on the side?
(Chick on the side)
Can I trust you with some chips
Or just keys to my ride?
(Huh)
If you're not a soldier then
You're just wastin' my time
I chase money, that tequila
I lace it with lime
(Lace it with lime)
So infectious with this flow but
This took me some time
(Uh)
Sky miles up to ass but she's onе of a kind
(You are, woo)
You meet the quotas, then you gеt to serenade
(Woo)
Croc' loafers, long sleeves
Silks be tailor made (Boss)

Black chauffeurs who open to doin' anything
(Yeah)
It's amazin' the jealousy all
This cheddar bring
(Cheddar bring)
I can see a million with a pair of dice
(Woo, dice)
Ankle monitors loggin' me on the satellites
(I see 'em)

It's Basquiat boss when it come to paint
And when I'm followin' my heart
Don't tell me what I can't (What I can't)

You are just the kind of girl I always wanted
(Woo)
Oh (When I was a little boy, M-M)
You gotta be special to catch my eye, shorty
(Thinkin' 'bout bein' grown)
And if you do catch my eye
You gotta be a motherfucker to keep me
(Now that I'm a man, you come along
And I cannot let you go 'cause I know)
I'm a young nigga that done been
Around the world sixty-one times
(I want you for very long)
(Coke Boy, baby)

I was pushing that H by the izzo
(By the izzo)
I was bustin' down them Oreos like Lizzo
(Oreos like Lizzo)
I was hustlin' on the block
Then bought the corner street
That high got me feelin' like Quaaludes
From Wolf of Wall Street
(Wolf of Wall Street)
I was caught up with that white
Girl like I'm Tiger Woods (Woods)
On them painkillers
(Killers)
But I'm drivin' good (Drivin' good)
She wanna fuck for hours
'cause my money long
Droppin' bags
(Droppin' bags) , they call me
"Mr. Get-Your Tummy-Gone" (Tummy gone)
Michael Jackson with the glove
Word to Mother Catherine
(Mother Catherine)
Like the pirates from Somalia
Coke Boy Captain
(Coke Boy Captain)
The helicopters from the Hamptons
Tryna beat the traffic
(Beat the traffic)
Then I dip out like Kawhi
Leonard did the Raptors
(Did the Raptors)
I was poppin' on them pepas like Farruko
(Like Farruko)
Stuck on the island like I'm Robinson Crusoe
(Robinson Crusoe)
That's offshore for IRS, for the loopholes
(For the loopholes)
They said it's lonely at the
Top but check the view
Though
(Check the view, though)
You are just the kind of girl I always wanted
Even rich niggas need inspiration, shawty
(When I was a little boy)
Inspiration the only thing I can't buy
(Thinkin' 'bout bein' grown)
And I don't finance
Now that I'm a man, you come along
And I cannot let you go