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Say they gonna do this, but really they be cappin’ Sir Cap-a-lot Drop, work, do it, go And we don’t let ‘em stay past three ‘Cause we know what they want It’s money in my bags, twerk Told ‘em I can’t front, so they get it in advance Quick with they hands, boy quit with your hands Watch, disgusting, he ain’t got no bands Tay Money, Misses leave ‘em in a trance I got 50 in my pants, it gone fall out when I dance Tay Money army do the Tay Money chant I’m the one, can’t you see? Try to tell ya, take a seat I’m the one, can’t you see? Try to tell ya, take a seat You can’t sit with us You can’t smoke with us Bitch, don’t fuck with us You can’t sit with us You can’t smoke with us Bitch, don’t fuck with us Run it up then I dip You can stop me anywhere for a pic SongtexteTay Money, where ya at? I’m on the list, check He like my list, so he let me say this Sexy bitches on the seashore I’ma ride it like a sea horse He came back ‘cause he need more Switch the locks on the screen door He tryna have it, lost your name was laughing Say they gone do this but really they be cappin’ White girl and I really be rappin’ Say they gone do this but really they be cappin’ White girl and I really be rappin’ I’m the one, can’t you see? Try to tell ya, take a seat I’m the one, can’t you see? Try to tell ya, take a seat You can’t sit with us You can’t smoke with us Bitch, don’t fuck with us You can’t sit with us You can’t smoke with us Bitch, don’t fuck with us Don't fuck with us (x5) Tay motherfucking Money Aye motherfucking money Ice, ice, ice, ice, fuck it (haha) Aus Songtexte Mania