Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Queen Key
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Banks
Composer
Taylor Banks
Composer
Sean Mula
Composer
Ke'Asha McClure
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Mula
Producer
Bankroll Got It
Producer
Lyrics
Queen
Queen shit bitch
I never fucked a lame 'cause I’m allergic
I like to flirt with pretty ass ****, make him nervous
I don’t fuck with the **** who be lurking, it ain’t worth it
Honestly I can’t dance, but on the mouth, I be twerkin'
And I might take yo' man but it ain’t on purpose
I might take yo' man but it ain’t on purpose
I, I might take yo' man but it ain’t on purpose
I might take yo' man but it ain’t on purpose
I just took her man then I took him to the store
Yeah, I’ma drive, he gon' to spend this money though
Her baby daddy cash me out but then he say he broke
Yeah, it’s kind of sad, but ho, you know how this shit go
You know how this shit goin', bitch, you know your **** went
Bad bitches linkin' up, and ho, that’s how we vent
Tay and Key are rappin', bitches want to be our friends
Then he eat my pussy, um, it depends
I don’t tell a bitch where I’m at, who I’m with
Tell these bitches who I’m fuckin', they gon' want to suck his dick
Got some magic pussy like that wish, but I’m that bitch
If that **** lame and he rich, get finessed, do the Smith
I never fucked a lame 'cause I’m allergic
I like to flirt with pretty ass ****, make him nervous
I don’t fuck with the **** who be lurking, it ain’t worth it
Honestly I can’t dance, but on the mouth, I be twerkin'
And I might take yo' man but it ain’t on purpose
I might take yo' man but it ain’t on purpose
I, I might take yo' man but it ain’t on purpose
I might take yo' man but it ain’t on purpose
Ay, bitches think they fly, but really they some fans
I need me a sign that say "Tay Money" when I land
If I’m chilling with yo' man, that really ain’t yo' man
Let me break it down for you so you can understand
Crown and Coke in the club, make it a double
They don’t like when I pull up with Key 'cause we bring trouble
Talking all that shit but shawty need another bundle
I’m on your ass bitch, keep buggin'
Tay Money hot as shit like you just touch the oven
Yeah, he say he need a baby that be thuggin'
And I won’t argue with no dude that I ain’t fucking
And if I give it to you, baby, don’t start bugging
I never fucked a lame 'cause I’m allergic
I like to flirt with pretty ass ****, make him nervous
I don’t fuck with the **** who be lurking, it ain’t worth it
Honestly I can’t dance, but on the mouth, I be twerkin'
And I might take yo' man but it ain’t on purpose
I might take yo' man but it ain’t on purpose
I, I might take yo' man but it ain’t on purpose
I might take yo' man but it ain’t on purpose
Hello
Yeah
I’m with Key and she with me, aye
Bad bitch link up
Tay motherfuckin' Money
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Okay, okay
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Written by: Joel Banks, Ke'Asha McClure, Sean Mula, Taylor Banks, Taylor Watson