Songtexte Fake Love - Tay Money

(Tay motherfuckin' Money)

I ain't trippin' on no weak bitch when all she do is sneak-diss
He can't talk right now, his mouth full, he eatin'
Walk on the stage and Tay Money, they screamin'
We poppin' pussy and bottles this weekend
She gon' do what the who, where, I ain't scared
'Cause I seen her at the club and all she do is stare

Yeah, I got pink hair so she got pink hair
Swear that they don't like me 'cause Tay Money everywhere
I'm in and out leavin', he thought he could keep me
Let him chew it like he teethin', you-you better believe it
I'm the coldest white bitch out here and I mean it
You think that you fuckin' with me, wake up 'cause you dreamin'

How do you feel? Drunk than a scum
I'ma need 10K to walk in your club
I can tell by they eyes that they throwing slugs
Then smile in my face and ask for a hug
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love

Ay, pass the wood, we gon' light up, turn my fucking mic up
Yeah, I got security, but I'm still gon' fight her
He gon' give me head like a hair dryer
After I cook for him in my air fryer
Damn Tay, who is this? This that new shit
I was in Chicago, he was on bullshit

How you fumble Tay Money? Man, I swear, you stupid
You know what I'm on, new money, new dick
He keep texting me, "Where You at?" "Boy, I'm hoopin'"
I ain't even tryna do all that, you can't move in
"Tay, where you at?", "Downtown cruisin'"
Had to boss up, cutting off all loose ends

How do you feel? Drunk than a scum
I'ma need 10K to walk in your club
I can tell by they eyes that they throwing slugs
Then smile in my face and ask for a hug
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love
Bitch, you full of that shit, fake love