God's Fav
The microphone sounds so good
Or is that me? Is that me? It's me
Tay Money, yeah, turn up
They be turnin' on me like some blades
Cartier wrist bustdown I'm still Tay (Money)
Every other day another bitch throwin' shade (duh)
I ain't even trippin' 'cause I know I'm God's fav' (ice cold)
I ain't even trippin' on my ex, ex, ex (huh)
Bitch I'm on a island with my next, next, next (where?)
And we took a private jet, jet, jet (there)
I ain't even posted where I'm at, at, at (for real)
Hold on, where she at?
They sleepin', go take a nap (wake up)
I flew in with fifty racks in my Louis bag (Money)
Phone on DND, baby, I can't call you back
Tay Money a snack, eat me with my bougie ass (ah-ha)
You one way on the 'Gram but I know who you are in real life
Bad bitch high class all my diamonds real life
Locked up in your ego when you gon' realize
You missed out on the good life, boy bye
Back end in my purse twenty bands on a good night
Tay Money Mayweather, I put up a good fight (for real)
Had to leave my nine-to-five just to make it work (duh)
People scared of you when you find out what your worth (duh)
They be turnin' on me like some blades (Money)
Cartier wrist bust down I'm still Tay (Tay)
Every other day another bitch throwin' shade (okay)
I ain't even trippin' 'cause I know I'm God's fav' (okay)
I ain't even trippin' on my ex, ex, ex (uh-uh)
Bitch I'm on a island with my next, next, next (ah-ha)
And we took a private jet, jet, jet (yeah)
I ain't even posted where I'm at, at, at