[Intro]
Bussin' (Bussin')
Back by popular demand
Bitch, I'm bussin' (Money)
Ice cold in this bitch (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ice cold in this bitch (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tay motherfuckin' Money (Bussin')
[Verse 1: Tay Money]
Don't ask me for nothing if we don't be texting (Uh-uh)
Dumb little bitch, she want in my section (Bitch)
I need a Crown and Coke, it's my preference (For real)
Ass up, face hitting my necklace (Oh)
He not a cop, but I got arrested (Woah)
He sayin' I'm being too reckless (Tay)
I put twenty-sixes on the Lexus (Ayy)
Everything bigger in Texas
My pills ain't pressed, your bitch is
Get money and fuck some feelings (What?)
Not personal, it's business
I thought you knew that I did this (Girl)
You can have him, but he licked it (Ah)
Banana, then I split it (See ya)
Talented and gifted (Uh)
I guess the tables shifted
[Chorus: Tay Money, Saweetie]
I feel like a whole brand new bitch, bussin' (What?)
Bitch, I'm bussin' (Bitch, I'm what?)
I feel like a whole brand (Uh) new (Yeah) bitch (Bitch, I'm), bussin' (Bitch, I'm what?)
Bitch, I'm bussin' (Bitch, I'm what? Ice cold in this bitch)
[Verse 2: Saweetie]
Pretty and thick so get what I want
He wanna know how I look in a thong
Keep a few niggas, I'm never alone
You only got one, you doing it wrong
I ain't from Texas, but I'm slipping it slow
That vitamin D always give me that glow
Phone and the safe, I need both of them codes
Saweetie play boys like Anna Nicole (Yeah)
Me and Tay money bussin' (Yeah)
Your BM look disgustin' (Ugh)
These niggas know I'm rich (Duh)
But I wanna spend they money
I'm a little snobbish, little bit toxic
Pretty punani made me a goddess
Fresh out of college
Making millions of dollars
That shit turned me into a
[Chorus: Saweetie, Tay Money]
Whole brand new bitch, bussin' (What?)
Saweetie bussin' (Bitch, I'm what? That's right)
I feel like a whole brand new bitch (Bitch, I'm), bussin' (Bitch, I'm what?)
Bitch, I'm bussin' (Bitch, I'm what?)
[Verse 3: Tay Money]
I'm a whole brand new bitch (Ooh)
Hit the club, get stupid (Ooh)
I thought you knew this (Yeah)
Come get your dude, bitch (For real)
You ain't fuckin' with no real bitch, you fuckin' with a lame (Huh?)
That's why he signed his money over for that little bitty ass chain (Man)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, bang (Yeah)
Ass busting out the frame, ain't nobody else in my lane (Tay)
You don't got a lot to kick it (Nah), that shit fuckin' up your image (For real)
They thought this was a gimmick (Believe me, man), it's too catchy to forget it (Yeah)
[Chorus: Tay Money]
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 (Bitch, I'm), bussin' (Bitch, I'm what? Tay motherfuckin')
Bitch, I'm bussin' (Bitch, I'm what? Motherfuckin', ayy, money)
[Outro: Tay Money]
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