Resume

Lil TJay, uh

I pop out in all new designer

Smellin' like Dolce Gabbana

Rollin' up marijuana

Your bitch had me, "Como te llamas?"

Your bitch, she ain't really a fronter, ooh

Know I could fuck if I wanna

I might just tell her I love her

I might just fuck her and dub her

Last bitch I hit with a rubber, ooh

I couldn't bust on her covers

Had too much respect for her mother

Ain't wanna lay hands on her brother

Flexin', she all on my huevos, ooh

I just be chasin' these pesos

Told her I ain't tryna fuck now

She said, "I'll still give you head, though"

So we went to go get a bottle, ooh

She said, "Ceretto Moscato"

Chillin', I'm all at her mouth with it

I bust a nut and she swallowed

Put TYB on my resume

Keep it real, boy, don't interrogate

I fucked your bitch, I ain't hesitate

Put TYB on my resume

She was an average bitch anyway

I left her, then moved on to better things (Skrrt)

She was an average bitch anyway

I left her, then moved on to better things

What's up? Is you tryna get high today?

'Cause I'ma need wings when I fly away

I gassed her, she thought she could ride my face

She asked me when, I said, "Yo no se"

This money be comin' in every way

I stay on my grind every, every day

That pussy be wetter than Seven Lakes

I beat it, she love how I treat it, yeah

I know I'm the shit, I'm conceited, yeah

Got her addicted, she need it now

If I was a book she would read it

Said if I was a book she would read it

I'm tryna come up with my mans, though

Ain't got no time for no damn ho

I kill it and leave it like Rambo

I play bitches like the piano

This money keep comin', got handfuls

And **** be hatin' they fans though

I bug out on all instrumentals

It might be my time, but I can't go (Nah)

So plenty of bitches got ran through (Ran through)

I'm just that ****, it's simple (Simple)

I love all the clout and attention (Attention)

That's why I'ma cop me a mansion (Mansion)

This hustle don't come with a pension (Pension)

I'm workin' on shit I ain't mentioned (Mention)

I'm workin' on shit I ain't mentioned (Hey, mention)

We workin' on shit I ain't mentioned

Mention

Put TYB on my resume (Yeah)

Keep it real, boy, don't interrogate (Nah)

I fucked your bitch, I ain't hesitate (Nah)

Put TYB on my resume

She was an average bitch anyway

I left her then moved onto better things

She was an average bitch anyway

I left her then moved onto better things

Down for my ****, don't come in between

Yeah, that's your bitch, but she comin' with me

She like my 'fro, so she fuck with my team

She like the print that she see in my jeans

She said I'm different, I'm like, "What you mean?"

Shorty keep callin', I'm lettin' it ring

All she gon' say is I'm doin' my thing

Gotta start somewhere, I'm chasin' my dream

Started off hungry like Jack and the Bean

Hurt me to say that I'm drug to the fiends

I'ma get money, that's by any means

Not worried 'bout **** that's worried 'bout me

Yeah, I'm from Ryer and 183

Used to be deep now nobody free

Do it for Smelly, I do it for E

Bitches on me and I don't give a fuck

Sometimes I feel like it's all about us

Free all my ****, I'm turnin' shit up

Codeine with the Sprite, ain't no ice in my cup

Yo' bitch finessin' my dick like a dutch

TYB season, I'm home and it's here

I take your bitch any time of the year

'Bout to take off and I'm switchin' my gear

Only sixteen and I'm on my way there

**** be hatin', I really don't care

**** be hatin', I really don't care

I really don't care

I really don't care

I really don't care

I really don't care

Put TYB on my resume (Yeah)

Keep it real, boy, don't interrogate (Nah)

I fucked your bitch, I ain't hesitate (Nah)

Put TYB on my resume (Yeah)

She was an average bitch anyway

I left her then moved on to better things

She was an average bitch anyway

I left her then moved on to better things

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Got up out my Birkin, it's workin'

She said she a virgin, it's hurtin'

She my biggest fan, she always lurkin'

And she know I'm a man, I'ma put that work in

And I know she can't stand me, I'm fancy

So I'ma bring her out when I get my Grammy

Late night sex, she can't find her panties

I couldn't hold it in, now she need a Plan B

His bitch need a Plan B

Lil TJay fancy, uh