[Tay B]
Huh, stand on all ten, it ain't a soul that's gon' take from me
Lot of niggas life be fairytale, they shit be make-believe
If I tell the bitch I'll be right back, yeah, she gon' wait for me
I love model bitches, fucked every name from A to Z
Yeah, these niggas got me fucked up, these niggas got me pissed, huh
How the fuck these niggas mad at me 'cause I got rich?
They mad at me 'cause these niggas went broke and they need fix, huh
They ain't give me nothin', I ain't givin' no grown man shit, huh
[Tay B]
These niggas handshakes gettin' weirder and weirder
Look every man eye to eye, I don't fear 'em
These little niggas act worser than bitches
I ain't buy my other bitch a purse in a minute
I ain't take a pretty bitch to Turks in a minute
I ain't put no nigga in a hearse in a minute
I be high as fuck, I ain't been on Earth in a minute
I always talk to God, but I ain't been to church in a minute
[Tay B & Lil Baby]
Crosses on my pants, l'm a Christian for real
Fuck a weak bitch, I fuck with vixens for real
At the end of it, I stand on business, for real
Thug life, money over bitches, for real
[Lil Baby]
I know how it feel to beat the streets up (Keep tryin')
Bankroll kinda small, gotta beef it up (Keep tryin')
It's forever with us, we don't gotta keep it tucked (No)
I'll put it on your head, lil' nigga, keep it up, yeah (Keep it up, lil' nigga)
Thirty thousand ones, thirty rounds on me
Fuck around and make it shower on 'em, make it shower on 'em
Keep on actin' like you havin' motion, you're just in the way
I ain't never too far from this shit, I'm just a flight away
I seen niggas trip and fall, I tie up they shoelaces
Young, fly, lit bitch got rich off suitcases
I ain't slept since my last pill, it seems like five days since
Every time I hold up my wrist, it's a new face, bitch
I shouldn't have got a whip for her, she came to my convention She taxin' these niggas, she give me a commission
Only time these bitches could get at me is my mentions
Buy it for her, get it tailored, I know her dimensions
She so in love with CC, it's all over her wishlist
They took her to the backroom, I let her get the big shit
These bitches filled with envy, don't put them in your business
I let you go for whatever you want, and she ain't get shit
I'm eight hundred in on Chrome jeans, camo shorts and a long sleeve
I'll be gone for a month or two, I'm knockin' off this money
I gotta keep some racks inside my reach, this shit get lonely
My bed big enough for twenty vibes, how the fuck this shit been on me?
Bro taught us get our own shit, my Glock under my armpit
I'm turnin' up with niggas hoes like I ain't got my own bitch
We took off on an island, both of our phones on silent
Like, fuck what you heard about me, you gotta come and try this, Baby
[Tay B]
These niggas handshakes gettin' weirder and weirder
Look every man eye to eye, I don't fear 'em
These little niggas act worser than bitches
I ain't buy my other bitch a purse in a minute
I ain't take a pretty bitch to Turks in a minute
I ain't put no nigga in a hearse in a minute
I be high as fuck, I ain't been on Earth in a minute
I always talk to God, but I ain't been to church in a minute
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