Tay Mofuckin' Money
Tripilz in this bitch
B-B-Bankroll Got It
Walk in the mall
Spend what you don't
I can buy what you want
Dropping they jaws
Makin' em stop
Chilling with bae on a yacht
Pull up to the spot
My bitches is hot
They gotta get me my ???
Look at my rock
This shit a ???
Baby I'm sumn she not
Try this shit once
Spend what you make in a month
What's wrong you was up
You used to not give a fuck
Blowing my line what's up
What do you need
You gotta pay me a fee
You just not my speed oh well
You be for the team, motel
I'm gon' run it up, Odell
First
Do what you do
Don't worry 'bout me
Is this your dude?
Now number two
Take it to the floor
Skip number three
Go straight number four
Shake it on five
Six in the morning
Seven on the dice
He eight all night
He not my type
Tay Money plus nine
Nah I mean ten cause we all dimes
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Rockin' these boys to sleep
One sheet, two sheet, that's three
I'm in Dior and this shit ain't cheap
I get a new weave every week
She like damn who dat bitch, me
You know what it is when you see me
I'm a big ??? in the VIP
I don't give a fuck if they don't like me
Need six digits
Under four minutes
Need two hours
To pick my penny
Diamonds bussin
Your head is spinnin'
It ain't no touchin'
You must be trippin'
First
Do what you do
Don't worry 'bout me
Is this your dude?
Now number two
Take it to the floor
Skip number three
Go straight number four
Shake it on five
Six in the morning
Seven on the dice
He eight all night
He not my type
Tay Money plus nine
Nah I mean ten cause we all dimes
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
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