Dew You

Get the bread

Make these bitches Mad

Stack the bread

My time is money, Well spend

You do you and I do me

And I'm goin get, what's belong to me

You do you and I do me

My time is not currency

I got really mad, these bitches really sad

They thought they was gonna get some paper

Really really cash, all I want is hit, hit they little ass

I don't give a fuck, cause tay biggs is the flash

Tay Biggs on the scene, tay biggs chasing money

Tay Biggs getting green, no it not funny

Y'all looking dummy, y'all really hungry

But y'all know, tay biggs can't noting from me

Get the bread

Make these bitches mad

Stack the bread

My time is money, well spend

You do you and I do me

And I'm going to get, what's belong to me

You do you and I do me

My time is not currency

Y'all been finish, twist the game, like Ben Simmons

Tay Biggs on the block ****, not tennis, this is my court

I'm ready ball dog, cross over ****, y'all fall broad

Y'all ain't ready to brawl, y'all ready to go

Y'all acting hard, but y'all ain't busting yo

Y'all acting hard, like a switch yo

Keep switching up, like a bitch yo

She call me Mitch yo, I just give and go

I get that cash like, drive thru, give and go

Pay for what, I'm not paying for nothing

Everything around here free ****

I'm hunting, I'm dumping

Y'all luck-in, I'm bucking, she acting clucking

Call that bitch a ducking, duck hunting

Tay Biggs not for wanting, tay biggs come

You never see me stunting

Get the bread

Make these bitches mad

Stack the bread

My time is money, Well spend

You do you and I do me

So I'm goin to get, what's belong to me

You do you and I do me

My time is not currency

You know I get the bread

By the loafer for hoper, for the Coker, for the doaper

For the half knots, for the chicken heads, you know I get that bread, You know I get the spread sheet what they want, my poetry deep, my poetry speak to you sold fucka, suck-a suck-a duck-a, they cussing they rushing, we bucking, we ducking, we lucking, you ain't fucking with the skills

You ain't fucking with those boyz

You know when we coming, and we coming with those, fucking toys, we stack that bread, we stack by the loafer, we get that Cok-er, we get that doap up, what they want, hard or the white

For flights we can take it to the flight, good night

For the site, for the vision, You luck what you twisting, why they trippin, why they tripping, we intuition

Get the bread

Make these bitches mad

Stack the bread

My time is money, well spend

You do you and I do me

So I'm going get, what's belong to me

You do you and I do me

My time is not currency