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Bussin’ Bitch I’m bussin Money Ice cold in this bitch (x2) Tay motherfucking Money Don’t ask me for nothing if we don’t be texting Dumb little bitch she want in 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 SongtexteBussin’ (bitch, I’m what?) Bitch I’m bussin’ (bitch, I’m what?) He made my ? 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 Hit the bread wake and bake up Is your gf 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 Bussin’ (bitch, I’m what?) Bitch I’m bussin’ (bitch, I’m what?) Aye Money Like duh Aus Songtexte Mania