But Cha (feat. Josh Golden)
Baby, you are just my type
And I don't want no one but cha
Baby, you are just my type
And I don't want no one but cha, nah
Haha, yeah, gonna be a next chick, no
Gotta be my ex chick, no
No gas, no Texaco
We get in fights, girl, it's alright
'Cause I don't know how to let shit go (let shit go)
Your stock is goin' through the roof and I'm investin'
No multiple-choice, ain't nobody to choose (to choose)
I mean nobody but you (but you)
Your homegirl body is probably so fake, it's made out of glue (uh)
And I ain't hatin', it's cool
'Cause if you wanted it too, then fuck it, I think it's cute
For you (for you-u-u)
I do (I do-o-o)
I do (I do-o-o)
For you (for you), yeah
Baby, you are just my type
And I don't want no one but cha
Baby, you are just my type
And I don't want no one but cha, nah
Blah-blah-blah, baby (ayy, baby)
I want you, you want me (you want me)
Give you thе world like it's free (like it's free)
You way out of my leaguе and we know it (and we know it)
I got O's on my check like a pro, yeah (like a pro, yeah)
Comment "the best" on all your posts, yeah
And we go back, Nikes and throwbacks
All my hoes, I'll go ghost
For you (for you-u-u)
I do (I do-o-o)
I do (I do-o-o)
For you (for you), yeah
Baby, you are just my type
And I don't want no one but cha (but cha)
Baby, you are just my type (my type)
And I don't want no one but cha (but cha), nah
And I don't want no one but cha
Baby, you are just my type
And I don't want no one but cha, nah
Haha, yeah, gonna be a next chick, no
Gotta be my ex chick, no
No gas, no Texaco
We get in fights, girl, it's alright
'Cause I don't know how to let shit go (let shit go)
Your stock is goin' through the roof and I'm investin'
No multiple-choice, ain't nobody to choose (to choose)
I mean nobody but you (but you)
Your homegirl body is probably so fake, it's made out of glue (uh)
And I ain't hatin', it's cool
'Cause if you wanted it too, then fuck it, I think it's cute
For you (for you-u-u)
I do (I do-o-o)
I do (I do-o-o)
For you (for you), yeah
Baby, you are just my type
And I don't want no one but cha
Baby, you are just my type
And I don't want no one but cha, nah
Blah-blah-blah, baby (ayy, baby)
I want you, you want me (you want me)
Give you thе world like it's free (like it's free)
You way out of my leaguе and we know it (and we know it)
I got O's on my check like a pro, yeah (like a pro, yeah)
Comment "the best" on all your posts, yeah
And we go back, Nikes and throwbacks
All my hoes, I'll go ghost
For you (for you-u-u)
I do (I do-o-o)
I do (I do-o-o)
For you (for you), yeah
Baby, you are just my type
And I don't want no one but cha (but cha)
Baby, you are just my type (my type)
And I don't want no one but cha (but cha), nah
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Watson, Gradon Lee, Kyle Hardy
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