Bussin

Bussin' (bussin')
Bitch, I'm bussin' (money)
Ice cold in this bitch (ice, ice)
Ice cold in this bitch (ice, ice)
Tay motherfucking Money (ice, ice)
Buss

Don't ask me for nothing if we don't be texting
Dumb little bitch, she wanted my section
I need a crown and coke is my preference
Ass up, face hitting my necklace
He not a cop but I got arrested
He sayin' I'm being too reckless
I put twenty-sixes on the Lexus
Everything bigger in Texas

My pills ain't pressed, ya bitch is
Get money and fuck some feelings
Not personal, it's business
I thought you knew that I did this
You can have him but he licked it
Banana, then I split it
Talented and gifted
I guess the tables shifted

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?)
Bitch I'm bussin' (bitch, I'm what?)

He made my legs shake, okay
Let me in, there's no gate
Your bitch irrelevant, no name
He want me to slide, no way
Your bitch is trash, throw away
Take my flow and go away
All I hear is, "Go Tay!"
Side hoe, main bitch, same thing

H-hit the bread, wake and bake up
Is your girlfriend without makeup?
Making lay-ups, I ain't laid up
I can't fuck with you, that's straight up
Everything you say is made up
Yeah, you love me but I hate us
All my, all my bitches bad
Everybody tryna date us

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?)
Bitch I'm bussin' (bitch, I'm what?)

Ayy, money
Like, duh



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Perez, Taylor Watson, Randall Hammers, Diamonte Harper, Samuel Melvin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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