The Code (feat. Juicy J, Lola Monroe, Chevy Woods)

You turn my headphones up

Turn the beat up like distortion

Trippy, Trippy

I don't give a shit about nothing but money, cash

Yessir

Cash in the bag twirlin' up hash

Blue in the count and I pour it out the mask

Weed on repeat, up all night

Cash over sleep, got hoes all type

Live and you learn, grind and you earn

Bitch I'm on fire, I sit and I burn

Stackin' up money, flippin' it too

Y'all ain't heard me but the Benjamin's do (Ya know it)

I'm bouncin' through the club like Tigger (Like Tigger)

I'ma hit the dope, I'ma hit the liquor (Hit the liquor)

**** get wrong, I'ma hit a **** (Hit a ****)

Take a **** bitch home and I'ma hit her

Reppin' TGOD

All these diamonds on me

Passin' every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin' with me

Now that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)

Homie, that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor, ah)

Uh, reppin' TGOD

All these diamonds on me

Passin' every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin' with me

Now that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)

Lil' Homie, that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)

Bitch, I'm Taylored, ain't no ho cut from the same cloth

Realest, this money only thing fame brought

The crown ain't safe, then I'm comin' for the spot

Snatchin' off wigs, bitch, I'm coming for the top

For the top, put a run up on trip, have her up in the shots

Queen Roe, I don't see nothin' but the gwap

'Bout my money, I'ma get it

Soon as I get it I'ma spend it

Bought a new car soon as I whip this

Smokin' that marijuana in it

Takin' the value down but also taking a pound

And breakin' it smokin' it all to me, ain't no savin' it

Fuck with them pods, no seeds or no shake in it

Uh, fuck these **** they ain't really 'bout that

Look, I know what these **** these **** all rap

What they know about nights that they never come back?

But he two shot, now shells all in the MAC

On the top don't never see none of that fall back

7-Eleven, homie, don't get ya head cracked

Taylor Gang fam, you know I rep that

And we gettin' bake on anywhere the bread at

Now that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)

Homie, that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)

That's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)

Lil' Homie that's Taylor (Taylor, Taylor), ah

Like for real, these **** got it fucked up, dawg

Like, I came straight from Pittsburgh last year and now I'm up there with like—

You can't not put me up there with big ****' names

Like they count me out of the lil' ****' names beause I'm not with the lil' ****