Tay Money - Taymoney (Talking Down) Lyrics

Talking down on my name that's what hoes do
Y'all niggas gossip way more Than these hoes do
I might pull up on your block and i'll expose you
I'm mr f*ck a nigga bitch Like i suppose to
I feel in love with the money yeah
You feel in love with a bitch yeah
I know the shit making you sick ughh
Look at the ice on my wrist heyy
I got some shit on my waste That will push a nigga shit back
Break a nigga like A kit kat
I heard you calling for your bitch back
Ugh ugh heyyy

I got these niggas all in they Feelings about a bitch yeah
This the same ass bitch that i made suck my dick yeah
This hoe so going foo she jumping dick to dick yeah
She gave me sloppy top and You still Out here kissing that bitch yeah
When im beefing nigga you know i never on snooze
I might f*ck around and call them goons
I might hop out with that tool
I might gone make the news
It ain't shit to get you hit
Nigga f*ck you and your click
Watching me more than your bitch
Like get off a nigga dick
Nigga what you want to do
Wanna fight or you wanna shoot
I keep them goons around me to
I might gone let em loose
Fourty seven murda gang Nigga you know i got them troops
Turn your car into a drop top
And make you dissappare Like poof
Talking down on my name That's what hoes do
Y'all niggas gossip way more than these hoes do
I might pull up on your block and i'll expose You
I'm mr f*ck a nigga bitch like i suppose to
I feel In love with the money yeah
You feel In love with a bitch yeah
I know the shit making You sick ugh
Look at the ice on my wrist hey
I got some shit on my waste That will push A nigga shit back
Break a nigga like a kit kat
I heard you calling for your bitch back
Ugh ugh hey

I just went and spent a Thousand on some balmain jeans
When I pull nigga you know I'm f*cking up the whole scene
Got Them hitters right behind me we gone f*ck up the scene
I just went and bought a Choppa with a f*cking red beam
Murder gang nigga we don't do recruits
My lil homies ready to shoot
Taking out a nigga crew
I'm like f*ck all this rap shit
What a nigga want to do
Before a nigga off me bitch im taking out his crew
I just ran up A check
Ima die about my respect
A hundred thousands around my neck
And I put that on my set crip
F*ck around and get you wet
Bitch you beefing with The best
I hope you bought a f*cking vest
A hundred shots into your chest hey
Talking down n my Name That's what hoes do
Y'all niggas gossip way more Than these hoes do
I might pull up on your block And i'll expose you
I'm mr f*ck a nigga bitch like i suppose to
I feel in love with the money yeah
You feel in love with a bitch yeah
I know the shit making You sick ughh
Look at the ice on my wrist heyy
I got some shit on my waste That will push a nigga shit back
Break a nigga like a kit kat
I heard you calling for your bitch back
Ugh ugh hey