Paroles de 'Bussin 2.0 (feat. Tay Money)' par Saweetie

Bussin' (bussin')
Back by popular demand
Bitch, I'm bussin' (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 get what I want
He wanna know how I look in a thong
Keep a few niggas I'm never alone
You only got one, you doing it wrong
I ain't from Texas but I’m slipping it slow
Vitamin d, always give me that glow
Phone and the safe, I need both of them codes
Saweetie play boys like anna nicole
Me and tay money, bussin’
Your bm look disgustin'
These niggas know I'm rich
But I wanna spend they’re money
I'ma little snobbish, lil bit toxic
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 sends his money over
For that lil bitty ass chain (man)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, bang (yeah)
Ass busting out the frame
Ain't nobody else in my lane (lane)
You don't gotta a lot to kick it
That shit fuckin' up your image
They thought 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