Type Shit
Migos & Cardi B Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah

It cost a half a ticket for a glass wrist (half a milli')
But it ain't cost me nothin' for this bad bitch (ain't cost me nothin', ho)
We the ones that break the stage (break), stay gettin' paid (pay)
Came in the game, get yo' stain, bet the opps know all our names (bitch)
Ain't you entertained? (Ho), I bossed her, now she plain (plain)
The struggle where we came (struggle), there's smoke behind my game (smoke)

(Soo, grraow)
Shots get to firin', 'cause some niggas got to hittin' (hittin')
Made 'em spin twice, 'cause I swear I thought he missed (go)
Fuck that smoke shit, I got ice on my wrist (ice)
Still get my hands dirty, I'll wash 'em 'til it's drenched (soo, soo, soo)

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Bitch, it's the rocket with all of these chains (bitch, it's the rocket)
She got a nigga, but shit, she told me she doin' her thang (shit, that's cool)
Where there's a plug, well, none are more rockin' right now on terrain (where there's a plug, oh)
This the type shit that's out yo' lane

Type shit (type shit), this the type shit (let's roll)
This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (smash, go)
This the type shit that got you trendin' (woo, trend)
This the type shit that get yo' shit split (ooh)

I pour a pint and drank that shit in thirty minutes (drank, lean)
Ever since I jumped up off the porch I been gettin' it (get it)
Thinkin' 'bout them bags we had stashed in the kitchen (bags)
They said that society had turned me to a menace (fuck society, fuck 'em)

Look, I say this the type shit, bitches love to type shit
I pull up Marine Serre, you know, in some tight shit
My accountant think I'm gay, all I do is buy shit
From the projects to the private jets, I've been a fly bitch (mwah)
Once hoes start doin' bad, they need somethin' they can blame it on (woo)
Bitches couldn't be as hot as me in the summertime with a blanket on (uh)
Bitches really be puppets, I'm in the Lamb-chop and I don't play along (skrrt)
Are you stupid, dumb, or slow? Got these frames from Ricky O
All these verses I done slayed, all these looks that I done gave
Could have let these fuck hoes drown, but I let them ride my wave
Man, these hoes lookin' real light and this ass lookin' real heavy
Feel like 'Yoncé with this Birkin, but I'm Rowland with this Kelly (uh)

Type shit (type shit), this the type shit (let's roll)
This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (smash, go)
This the type shit that got you trendin' (woo, trend)
This the type shit that get yo' shit split (ooh)

Calling shots (brr)
Order up the semi's, then score on the opps (score)
Scrape up the pennies before I was poppin' (hey)
Fuck her, dismiss her, I'm that type of guy (get out of there)
Uppin' my fire and I'm wavin' it (fire)
Take off the top, I done gutted it (gutted it)
Copped me two hunnid before I had busted it (before)
Flex on these niggas, this shit gettin' ugly (ugly)
I got a Patek inside of a Cullinan
I tell her suck on me, I tell her fuck on me
Keep it a buck with me, up and it's stuck with me (yes, sir)
If we get into it, you niggas go dumb for me (go)
Niggas go bump for me, shoot up the club for me (shoot)
They want the recipe, body like Nestlé
Try get the best of me, but I ain't goin' (no)
Shoot like an athlete, nigga, don't threaten me
Put out a hit, in two months and he gone (hit)
Put out the bitch, she was here for too long (get out)
We don't need a loan, the mob Capone (mob)
I make an M with a blindfold (woo)
Jump out the gym with some bows of the dope (hey)
Young niggas spinnin', they takin' his soul (spin)
Want a promotion, now he gettin' blowed (blow)
Y'all niggas already know (you know)
'Set ain't no ho, he gon' come as a ghost (ghost)

Type shit (type shit), this the type shit (let's roll)
This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (smash, go)
This the type shit that got you trendin' (woo, trend)
This the type shit that get yo' shit split (ooh)





(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
(Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda)

Overall Meaning

“Type Shit” is a song about celebrating one’s success and appreciating the finer things in life. The first verse delivered by Migos’ Quavo focuses on the cost of his glamorous life, stating that a glass wristband costs $500,000, but he didn't need to pay anything for his attractive girlfriend. The group also brags about their success in the music industry, boasting about their significant earnings and breaking the stage. Cardi B takes over in the latter half of the song, discussing how she’s become successful, even though people may have doubted her or looked down on her, despite where she came from.


The chorus of “Type Shit” is set to a clapping, uptempo beat, and Taylor Keith produced it. It speaks to the things that make people feel good, like getting paid, experiencing success, and of course, women. It praises sentiments like getting “trendy” as a sign of strength, while the explicit lyrics speak to good sex and celebrating that boldly.


In the final verse, Offset delivers his rhymes, which idolizes fashion while still embracing a street mentality. He discusses his time spent in the projects and how it was a place that supported his dream of producing music. Offset also makes threats to those who try to challenge his position in the music industry, and how violence and brute force is the only way to deal with them.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Opening ad lib


It cost a half a ticket for a glass wrist (half a milli')
A wristwatch worth half a million dollars


But it ain't cost me nothin' for this bad bitch (ain't cost me nothin', ho)
I got a hot girl for free


We the ones that break the stage (break), stay gettin' paid (pay)
We are the ones who destroy the show and always earn money


Came in the game, get yo' stain, bet the opps know all our names (bitch)
We entered the game and put our mark, and now our rivals know us


Ain't you entertained? (Ho), I bossed her, now she plain (plain)
Aren't you impressed? I took a girl and made her ordinary


The struggle where we came (struggle), there's smoke behind my game (smoke)
We come from a tough background, and there are rumors surrounding our success


(Soo, grraow)
Ad lib


Shots get to firin', 'cause some niggas got to hittin' (hittin')
Shots are fired when some guys start attacking


Made 'em spin twice, 'cause I swear I thought he missed (go)
I made him spin twice with my attack because I thought he missed his target


Fuck that smoke shit, I got ice on my wrist (ice)
I don't care about rumors; I have a lot of expensive jewelry


Still get my hands dirty, I'll wash 'em 'til it's drenched (soo, soo, soo)
I am still willing to do dirty work and wash my hands until they are clean


Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
A reference to Superman, who is often depicted flying


Bitch, it's the rocket with all of these chains (bitch, it's the rocket)
I am the one with all the jewelry and a true superstar


She got a nigga, but shit, she told me she doin' her thang (shit, that's cool)
She has a boyfriend, but she is still willing to date me


Where there's a plug, well, none are more rockin' right now on terrain (where there's a plug, oh)
No one is better at getting what they want than us


This the type shit that's out yo' lane
This is a style of music that is different from what you are used to


Type shit (type shit), this the type shit (let's roll)
This is the type of music we make, let's keep going


This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (smash, go)
This is the type of music that excites and makes your girl want to have sex


This the type shit that got you trendin' (woo, trend)
This is the type of music that is popular and has everyone talking


This the type shit that get yo' shit split (ooh)
This is the type of music that can cause violence


I pour a pint and drank that shit in thirty minutes (drank, lean)
I drank a pint of lean in 30 minutes


Ever since I jumped up off the porch I been gettin' it (get it)
I have been making money since a young age


Thinkin' 'bout them bags we had stashed in the kitchen (bags)
I am reminiscing about the drugs we had hidden in the kitchen


They said that society had turned me to a menace (fuck society, fuck 'em)
Society sees me as a violent threat, but I don't care


Look, I say this the type shit, bitches love to type shit
This is the type of music that women love to talk about


I pull up Marine Serre, you know, in some tight shit
I wear expensive, form-fitting clothes from Marine Serre


My accountant think I'm gay, all I do is buy shit
My accountant thinks I don't like women because all I do is spend money


From the projects to the private jets, I've been a fly bitch (mwah)
I started from the bottom and now I am successful and fashionable


Once hoes start doin' bad, they need somethin' they can blame it on (woo)
When girls start doing poorly, they look for someone or something to blame it on


Bitches couldn't be as hot as me in the summertime with a blanket on (uh)
No one can match my beauty and sex appeal


Bitches really be puppets, I'm in the Lamb-chop and I don't play along (skrrt)
Women are easily influenced, but I am independent and won't do what others tell me to


Are you stupid, dumb, or slow? Got these frames from Ricky O
I got these glasses from a reputable seller and I can't believe someone would question it


All these verses I done slayed, all these looks that I done gave
I have rapped flawlessly and put on many great performances


Could have let these fuck hoes drown, but I let them ride my wave
I could have let my enemies fail, but instead I let them accompany me


Man, these hoes lookin' real light and this ass lookin' real heavy
These women may be skinny, but they have big rear ends


Feel like 'Yoncé with this Birkin, but I'm Rowland with this Kelly (uh)
I feel like Beyoncé with this expensive purse, but I am more like Kelly Rowland (less famous)


Calling shots (brr)
I am in charge


Order up the semi's, then score on the opps (score)
I order semi-automatic guns and then attack my enemies


Scrape up the pennies before I was poppin' (hey)
I used to be very poor before my music career took off


Fuck her, dismiss her, I'm that type of guy (get out of there)
I use women only for sexual pleasure and then discard them


Uppin' my fire and I'm wavin' it (fire)
I am becoming more aggressive and waving my gun


Take off the top, I done gutted it (gutted it)
I removed the top of a car and made modifications to it


Copped me two hunnid before I had busted it (before)
I spent a large sum of money before I even started making any


Flex on these niggas, this shit gettin' ugly (ugly)
I am showing off my wealth and it is causing envy and anger


I got a Patek inside of a Cullinan
I have an expensive watch in a Rolls-Royce truck


I tell her suck on me, I tell her fuck on me
I want her to perform sexual acts on me


Keep it a buck with me, up and it's stuck with me (yes, sir)
Tell me the truth, and I will believe and trust you


If we get into it, you niggas go dumb for me (go)
If we have a disagreement, my associates will fight for me


Niggas go bump for me, shoot up the club for me (shoot)
People will dance and party to my music and are willing to get violent for me


They want the recipe, body like Nestlé
People want to know how I became successful, and I have a great body


Try get the best of me, but I ain't goin' (no)
People try to beat me, but I won't give up


Shoot like an athlete, nigga, don't threaten me
I can shoot guns very accurately, and no one should threaten me


Put out a hit, in two months and he gone (hit)
I put a hit out on somebody, and they were killed in two months


Put out the bitch, she was here for too long (get out)
I kicked out a woman who was hanging around for too long


We don't need a loan, the mob Capone (mob)
We don't borrow money, we are like the mafia led by Al Capone


I make an M with a blindfold (woo)
I am so rich that I can make a lot of money without even trying


Jump out the gym with some bows of the dope (hey)
I am very athletic and can jump high while selling drugs


Young niggas spinnin', they takin' his soul (spin)
Young guys are becoming successful and taking control of the music industry


Want a promotion, now he gettin' blowed (blow)
He wants to be more successful and is using drugs to cope with the pressure


Y'all niggas already know (you know)
You all already know what it is


'Set ain't no ho, he gon' come as a ghost (ghost)
Quavo is not a coward, and he will disappear like a ghost if needed


(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Producer Tay Keith is giving encouragement to attack rivals


(Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda)
Ad lib by producer Murda Beatz




Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ciaga, Rvnes, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Shane Lindstrom, Rai Shaun Devante Williams

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