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Touchscreen, touch this
You got me fucked up
You will never find another
He want my nana, I'm like "Nah, nah"
Chase me if you wanna, but I'm out here chasin' commas
He want my nana, I'm like "Nah, nah"
Chase me if you wanna, but I'm out here chasin' commas
Ayy, pulled up to the club, all drinks on me (Ayy)
You coulda had it, but you don't work like me (No)
She think it's okay, 'cause she got in for free (What?)
Tell her what that mean, baby, you gon' work for me
You can't beat us, join the team
Tay Money, Mayweather, sting like a bee
Float like a feather, I fuck and feel better
He wear me out like a sweater (Ayy)
Watch me change the weather (Okay)
Money way forever (Facts)
He want my nana, I'm like "Nah, nah"
Chase me if you wanna, but I'm out here chasin' commas
He want my nana (Ah, yeah), I'm like "Nah, nah"
Chase me if you wanna, but I'm out here chasin' commas
If you a real bitch, let it show
Let it go, get the cash, make some more (Money)
If you a real bitch, let it show
Let it go, get the cash, make some more (Money)
I'ma tell you what (Huh?), meet me at the bank (Ayy)
If you got more than me, maybe we could date (Maybe)
Pull up kinda late, fool, I had two plates (Yeah)
Smokin' two eighths, I'm gon' do what who say? (Boy)
If it's too sweet, get up out my Kool-Aid (Uh-huh)
That bitch started dancin' when she heard "Soufflé" (Okay)
He tryna tie me down like I'm a shoelace (Fuck outta here)
Album comin' soon, you ain't on the due date (Ayy)
Told her "Do your thing" and she gave it a go
Bitches finna go down like a slope (Bitch)
Hurricane Tay, I'm gon' let everybody know (Tay)
Everybody know, bitch (Money), everybody know
He want my nana (Ah, yeah), I'm like "Nah, nah"
Chase me if you wanna, but I'm out here chasin' commas
He want my nana (Ah, yeah), I'm like "Nah, nah"
Chase me if you wanna, but I'm out here chasin' commas
If you a real bitch, let it show
Let it go, get the cash, make some more (Money)
If you a real bitch, let it show
Let it go, get the cash, make some more (Money)
Ayy, y'all men
You be tellin' y'all shit, don't be likin' her pictures
Y'all be blockin' me on Twitter
Weak sauce, boy, weak
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