Bussin'

[Intro]

Bussin' (Bussin')

Back by popular demand

Bitch, I'm bussin' (Money)

Ice cold in this bitch

Ice cold in this bitch

Tay motherfuckin' Money (Bust)

[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 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 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 new 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

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 niggas know I'm rich

But I wanna spend they’re money

I'ma little snobbish, lil bit toxic

Pretty punani, made me a goddess

Fresh out of the college, making millions of dollars

That shit turn me into

[Chorus: Saweetie, Tay Money]

A whole brand new bitch

Bussin' (What?), Saweetie 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?)

[Verse 3: Tay Money]

I'm a whole brand new bitch

Hit the club get stupid

I thought you knew this

Come get your due bitch

You ain't fuckin' with no real bitch

You fuckin' 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 nobody else in my lane (Lane)

You don't gotta a lot to kick it

That shit fuckin' 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 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?)

[Outro]

Ayy, Money

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