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Lyricist: Tay Money
Lyrics:
Tay motherfucking Money, bitch (You signed that?) Okay, okay Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (Shit, I'm with Dustin) Bitch, I started poppin', your man watchin' me like IMAX Ex on my line because the way I made him climax Define that, 50-50 deal, ain't gon' sign that Lyin' ass, ooh, in the back, where the line at? Bitch, I started poppin', your man watchin' me like IMAX Ex on my line because the way I made him climax Define that, 50-50 deal, ain't gon' sign that Lyin' ass, ooh, in the back, where the line at? You can look, but, boy, don't touch Don't play with me 'cause shit get rough Fumble, throw it, pick it up I ride the beat like giddy-up Baby, throw your city up When I'm late, come pick me up It ain't a bag, don't hit me up Country girl, Hemi truck Accent thick as fuck Drop it low, now pick it up He had a shot and blew it So I know that shorty sick as fuck Ah, achoo (sneeze), who the fuck is you? (Ay) If it ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck up out my coupe Bitch, I started poppin', your man watchin' me like IMAX Ex on my line because the way I made him climax Define that, 50-50 deal, ain't gon' sign that Lyin' ass, ooh, in the back, where the line at? Bitch, I started poppin', your man watchin' me like IMAX Ex on my line because the way I made him climax Define that, 50-50 deal, ain't gon' sign that Lyin' ass, ooh, in the back, where the line at? What's wrong with these hatin'-ass bitches on the planet? Livin' real fancy, flashy, lavish Grab me a new bitch and a salad You ain't never had it, I'm a vintage Dior addict She like, 'Where you get it?' You can't even bag it Told that man, 'Forget it, you can't never have it' Your pockets so empty, they not even saggin' Thought you had a girl, so why the fuck you askin'? Bitch, I started poppin', your man watchin' me like IMAX Ex on my line because the way I made him climax Define that, 50-50 deal, ain't gon' sign that Lyin' ass, ooh, in the back, where the line at? Bitch, I started poppin', your man watchin' me like IMAX Ex on my line because the way I made him climax Define that, 50-50 deal, ain't gon' sign that Lyin' ass, ooh, in the back, where the line at? Make sense, snake dance, boy, what I do to that? I'm going to make that, she ain't doing that Get the fuck out of my face Get the fuck out of my face
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