I-I-I
Yeah, you just keep slaying through the night
No, try not to worry that youre mine
Oh baby, baby
Youre my type
Exactly what I like
Mm, she a night slayer
Razor all up in her Gucci Blazer
She got cocaine up on her septum ring, it dont phase her
She a heartbreaker
Got blood and love, and if I can make her
But love all night, baby, let me come inside
She dont text back to nobody
She dont let hands on her body
Oh, unless its BEXEY or one of them boys in GBC
Touch down, new faces
Overseas, I brought blue faces
Suitcases, toothpaste
And my gold grills got her mind racing
Pop pills in that Freemason
Margiela, Im drag racing 
Dont come if you aint fuckin
Im on drugs when Im in London
In public, on drugs and Im in public 
I-I-I
Yeah, you just keep slaying through the night
No, try not to worry that youre mine
Oh baby, baby
Youre my type
Exactly what I like