CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : God’s Fav
The microphone sounds so good
Or is that me? Is that me? It’s me! haha
Tay Money, you already know
Baby turnin’ on me like some blades
Cardier wrist, bust down, I’m still Tay
Every other b*t*h another b*t*h throwing shade
I ain’t even trippin’ ‘cause I know I’m God’s fav
I ain’t even trippin’ on my ex, ex, ex
B*t*h, I’m on an island with my next, next, next
And we took a private jet, jet, jet
I ain’t even postin’ where I’m at, at, at
Hold on, where she at?
They sleepin, go take a nap
I flew in with 50 racks in my Louis bag
Phone on DND, baby, I can’t call you back
Tay Money a snack, eat me with my bougie a**
You want me on the gram, but I know who you want in real life
Bad b*t*h, high cla**, all my diamonds real life
You locked up in your ego
When you gon’ realise? You missed out on the good life
Boy, bye
in my purse, 20 bands on a good night
Tay Money Mayweather, I put up a good fight
Had to leave my 9 to 5 just to make it work
People scared of you when they find out what you worth
Baby turnin’ on me like some blades
Cardier wrist, bust down, I’m still Tay
Every other b*t*h another b*t*h throwing shade
I ain’t even trippin’ ‘cause I know I’m God’s fav
I ain’t even trippin’ on my ex, ex, ex
B*t*h, I’m on an island with my next, next, next
And we took a private jet, jet, jet
I ain’t even postin’ where I’m at, at, at
Or is that me? Is that me? It’s me! haha
Tay Money, you already know
Baby turnin’ on me like some blades
Cardier wrist, bust down, I’m still Tay
Every other b*t*h another b*t*h throwing shade
I ain’t even trippin’ ‘cause I know I’m God’s fav
I ain’t even trippin’ on my ex, ex, ex
B*t*h, I’m on an island with my next, next, next
And we took a private jet, jet, jet
I ain’t even postin’ where I’m at, at, at
Hold on, where she at?
They sleepin, go take a nap
I flew in with 50 racks in my Louis bag
Phone on DND, baby, I can’t call you back
Tay Money a snack, eat me with my bougie a**
You want me on the gram, but I know who you want in real life
Bad b*t*h, high cla**, all my diamonds real life
You locked up in your ego
When you gon’ realise? You missed out on the good life
Boy, bye
in my purse, 20 bands on a good night
Tay Money Mayweather, I put up a good fight
Had to leave my 9 to 5 just to make it work
People scared of you when they find out what you worth
Baby turnin’ on me like some blades
Cardier wrist, bust down, I’m still Tay
Every other b*t*h another b*t*h throwing shade
I ain’t even trippin’ ‘cause I know I’m God’s fav
I ain’t even trippin’ on my ex, ex, ex
B*t*h, I’m on an island with my next, next, next
And we took a private jet, jet, jet
I ain’t even postin’ where I’m at, at, at
