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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tay Money
Tay Money
Performer
Saucy Santana
Saucy Santana
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tramaine Winfrey
Tramaine Winfrey
Composer
Nicholaus J. Williams
Nicholaus J. Williams
Composer
Rashad Spain
Rashad Spain
Composer
Taylor Watson
Taylor Watson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Fyre
Young Fyre
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They tryna hold me back but we outside
Appreciate the effort, at least they tried
It ain't no other Tay, that's on my life
She was poppin' all that shit but now she shy
Let it ring, let it ring, get off my line
Let it ring, let it ring, bitch, goodbye
Let it ring, let it ring, get off my line
Let it ring, let it ring, bitch, goodbye
[Verse 2]
Like hello
Don't know if he block or it's dead
I know that he mad 'cause I left his ass on read
Like hello
Here he go again
Blowin' up my phone and he callin' all my friends
Like hello
He just want revenge
Good grain choppin' blades, I feel like Pimp C in this bitch
Like hello
There she go again
Why you hit my line, bitch? You know that we ain't friends
[Verse 3]
You know I'm a trophy
Pussy taste like Codeine
Bitch, you don't know me
Tay Money not your homie
Duh
I'm in Miami with my swimsuit in the club
Bitch, it's up
[Verse 4]
They tryna hold me back but we outside
Appreciate the effort, at least they tried
It ain't no other Tay, that's on my life
She was poppin' all that shit but now she shy
Let it ring, let it ring, get off my line
Let it ring, let it ring, bitch, goodbye
Let it ring, let it ring, get off my line
Let it ring, let it ring, bitch, goodbye
[Verse 5]
Ghetto and mellow, hit this cigarillo
Big booty jiggle like Jell-O
Pissy diamonds, bitch, they yellow
Toxic, snobby, don't say hello
Million dollar girl with a million dollar phone
I'm swipin' his card then sending him home
He blowin' me up, don't answer my phone
Pretty brown bitch, bad to the bone
Let it ring, let it ring, bitch, goodbye
Don't answer other hoes, these receipts will make you cry
Sweet like honey with Tay motherfuckin' Money
Smash the gas on his wallet, turn him to a crash dummy
[Verse 6]
They tryna hold me back but we outside
Appreciate the effort, at least they tried
It ain't no other Tay, that's on my life
She was poppin' all that shit but now she shy
Let it ring, let it ring, get off my line
Let it ring, let it ring, bitch, goodbye
Let it ring, let it ring, get off my line
Let it ring, let it ring, bitch, goodbye
Written by: Justin Harris, Nicholaus J. Williams, Rashad Spain, Taylor Watson, Tramaine Winfrey, Unknown Writer
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