Say they gonna do this, but really they be cappin'
Sir Cap-a-lot
Drop, work, do it, go
And we don't let ‘em stay past three
‘Cause we know what they want
It's money in my bags, twerk
Told ‘em I can't front, so they get it in advance
Quick with they hands, boy quit with your hands
Watch, disgusting, he ain't got no bands
Tay Money, Misses leave ‘em in a trance
I got 50 in my pants, it gone fall out when I dance
Tay Money army do the Tay Money chant
I'm the one, can't you see?
Try to tell ya, take a seat
I'm the one, can't you see?
Try to tell ya, take a seat
You can't sit with us
You can't smoke with us
Bitch, don't fuck with us
You can't sit with us
You can't smoke with us
Bitch, don't fuck with us
Run it up then I dip
You can stop me anywhere for a pic
Tay Money, where ya at? I'm on the list, check
He like my list, so he let me say this
Sexy bitches on the seashore
I'ma ride it like a sea horse
He came back ‘cause he need more
Switch the locks on the screen door
He tryna have it, lost your name was laughing
Say they gone do this but really they be cappin'
White girl and I really be rappin'
Say they gone do this but really they be cappin'
White girl and I really be rappin'
I'm the one, can't you see?
Try to tell ya, take a seat
I'm the one, can't you see?
Try to tell ya, take a seat
You can't sit with us
You can't smoke with us
Bitch, don't fuck with us
You can't sit with us
You can't smoke with us
Bitch, don't fuck with us
Don't fuck with us (x5)
Tay motherfucking Money
Aye motherfucking money
Ice, ice, ice, ice, fuck it (haha)
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