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Bussin' (Bussin') By popular demand(Money) Ice cold in this bitch Ice cold in this bitch Tay motherfuckin' Money (Bust) 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 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 Pretty and thick so I get what I want He wanna know how I look in a thong He prefer niggas I'm never alone You only got one, you doing it wrong Acting Texas but I'm gripping it slow Vitamin D, always give me that glow Phone and the safe, I need both of them codes So with these playboys like Anna Nicole Me and Tay money, bussin' Your BM, no discussion These niggas know I'm rich But I wanna spend they're money I'ma little snobbish Pretty punani, made me a goddess Fresh out of the college, making millions of dollars That shit turn me into 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?) 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 signed his money over For that lil bitty ass chain Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, bang Ass busting out the frame Ain't nobody else in my lane You don't gotta a lot to kick it That shit fuckin' up your image Thank god this was a gimmick It's too catchy to forget it 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?) Ayy, Money Like duh
Writer(s): Nathan Perez, Samuel Melvin, Dustin Moses Cavazos, Taylor Watson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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