Bussin – Tay Money

(Bussin’
Bitch I’m bussin
Money
Ice cold in this bitch
Ice cold in this bitch
Tay motherfucking Money)

Don’t ask me for nothing if we don’t be texting
Dumb little bitch she want in my section
I need a crown and coke is my preference
Ass up face hitting my necklace
He not a cop but I got arrested
He sayin’ I’m being too reckless
I put twenty-sixes on the Lexus
Everything bigger in Texas
My pills ain’t pressed, ya bitch is
Get money and fuck some feelings
Not personal, it’s business
I thought you knew that I did this
You can have him but he licked it
Banana then I split it
Talented and gifted
I guess the tables shifted

I feel like a whole brand new bitch
Bussin’ (what?)
Bitch I’m bussin’ (bitch, I’m what?)
I feel like a whole brand new bitch
Bussin’ (bitch, I’m what?)
Bitch I’m bussin’ (bitch, I’m what?)

He make my legs shake okay
Let me in there’s no gate
Your bitch irrelevant, no name
He want me to slide, no way
Your bitch is trash, throw away
Take my flow and go away
All I hear is, “Go Tay!”
Side hoe, main bitch, same thing
Hit the bread wake and bake up
Is your gf without makeup?
Making lay-ups I ain’t laid up
I can’t fuck with you that’s straight up
Everything you say is made up
Yeah you love me, but I hate us
All my, all my bitches bad, everybody tryna’ date us

I feel like a whole brand new bitch
Bussin’ (what?)
Bitch I’m bussin’ (bitch, I’m what?)
I feel like a whole brand new bitch
Bussin’ (bitch, I’m what?)
Bitch I’m bussin’ (bitch, I’m what?)

Aye Money
Like duh