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tay money & saweetie – bussin 2.0 lyrics

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[intro]
bussin’ (bussin’)
back by popular demand
b+tch, i’m bussin’ (money)
ice cold in this b+tch
ice cold in this b+tch
tay motherf+ckin’ money (bust)

[verse 1: tay money]
don’t ask me for nothing if we don’t be texting (uh+uh)
dumb little b+tch, she want in my section (b+tch)
i need a crown, and coke is 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 b+tch is
get money and f+ck some feelings (what?)
not personal, it’s business
i thought you knew that i did this (girl)
you can have him, but he l!cked 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 b+tch
bussin’ (what?), b+tch, i’m bussin’ (b+tch, i’m what?)
i feel like a whole brand new b+tch (b+tch, i’m)
bussin’ (b+tch, i’m what?), b+tch, i’m bussin’ (b+tch, i’m what?)
ice cold in this b+tch

[verse 2: saweetie]
pretty and thick so get what i want
he wanna know how i look in a thong
keep a few n+ggas i’m never alone
you only got one, you doing it wrong
i ain’t from texas but i’m slipping it slow
vitamin d, always give me that glow
phone and the safe, i need both of them codes
saweetie play boys like anna nicole
me and tay money, bussin’
your bm look disgustin’
these n+ggas know i’m rich
but i wanna spend they’re money
i’ma little sn0bbish, lil bit toxic
pretty punani, made me a goddess
fresh out of the college, making millions of dollars
that sh+t turn me into

[chorus: saweetie, tay money]
a whole brand new b+tch
bussin’ (what?), saweetie bussin’ (b+tch, i’m what?)
i feel like a whole brand new b+tch (b+tch, i’m)
bussin’ (b+tch, i’m what?), b+tch, i’m bussin’ (b+tch, i’m what?)

[verse 3: tay money]
i’m a whole brand new b+tch
hit the club get stupid
i thought you knew this
come get your due b+tch
you ain’t f+ckin’ with no real b+tch
you f+ckin’ with the lame
that’s why he sends his money over
for that lil bitty ass chain (man)
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, bang (yeah)
ass busting out the frame
ain’t n0body else in my lane (lane)
you don’t gotta a lot to kick it
that sh+t f+ckin’ up your image
they thought this was a gimmick
it’s too catchy to forget it

[chorus: tay money]
i feel like a whole brand new b+tch
bussin’ (what?), b+tch, i’m bussin’ (b+tch, i’m what?)
i feel like a whole brand new b+tch (b+tch, i’m)
bussin’ (b+tch, i’m what?), b+tch, i’m bussin’ (b+tch, i’m what?)

[outro]
ayy, money
like duh



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