Top Songs By Tay Money
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tay Money
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
Kaliya Ashley Ross
Songwriter
Taylor Watson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ATL Jacob
Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Joshua “Za” Zayas
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
He actin' scared to spend this money, told him go and blow that shit
Diamonds dancing on my neck like I be dancing on the dick
It ain't trickin' if you got it, hate a **** that's fake rich
He acting stingy with his money, that ain't nothing I can't fix
Blow It
Blow it, yeah
Blow it, cash
Blow it, bags
Blow it, racks
Throw it, yeah
Throw it, cash
Throw it, bags
Throw it, ass
Aye, come with me, bitch, you trippin', make it right and that shit be drippin'
I ain't picking up the phone, he keep callin', shit ridiculous
Got my racks up, laps up, I'm flexing on you bitches
He like my tats, yup, back up, I got him out here wishin'
Wait, make a wish, blow a bag like a candle
I'm too hot for you to handle
Make him clear the check like a song with a sample
I'm too sexy, Tay Money the example
Duh
I'm with Kali, we gon' take over your club
He said, "Remember me?", I said, "Remember what?"
Blow a bag, bitch, I got my money up
Beat a bitch up, yuh
He actin' scared to spend this money, told him go and blow that shit
Diamonds dancing on my neck like I be dancing on the dick
It ain't trickin' if you got it, hate a **** that's fake rich
He acting stingy with his money, that ain't nothing I can't fix
Blow It
Blow it, yeah
Blow it, cash
Blow it, bags
Blow it, racks
Throw it, yeah
Throw it, cash
Throw it, bags
Throw it, ass
Bitches out here beggin', I aint really feeling' that
I got **** fiendin' just to get next to the cat
He said I take him out his body, better keep that shit intact
I ain't throwing shit if he ain't bring out them racks
I ain't what he used to, yeah, the body hit different
Probably with me if he ever went missin'
He can give me top, but I ain't with all that kissin'
Think I hurt his ego, he can't keep up how I'm livin'
You can tell when you break a **** pockets
Know he hate my attitude, that shit get out of pocket
Fuck it, blow that bag, ****
And throw the money, yeah, you goin' out like a sad ****
Fuck it, my bag bigger
He actin' scared to spend this money, told him go and blow that shit
Diamonds dancing on my neck like I be dancing on the dick
It ain't trickin' if you got it, hate a **** that's fake rich
He acting stingy with his money, that ain't nothing I can't fix
Blow It
Blow it, yeah
Blow it, cash
Blow it, bags
Blow it, racks
Throw it, yeah
Throw it, cash
Throw it, bags
Throw it, ass
Yuh, money, like duh
I'm with Kali, we gon' take over your club
He said, "Remember me?", I said, "Remember what?"
Blow a bag, bitch, I got my money up
Written by: Jacob Canady, Kaliya Ashley Ross, Taylor Watson