God’s Fav Lyrics by Tay Money
They be turning on me like some blades
Cartier wrist bust down, I’m still Tay
Every other day another bitch throwing shade
I ain’t even trippin’ ’cause I know I’m God’s fav
I ain’t even trippin’ on my ex, ex, ex
Bitch, I’m on a island with my next, next, next
And we took a private jet, jet, jet
I ain’t even posted where I’m at, at, at
Hold on, where she at?
They sleeping, go take a nap
I flew in with fifty racks in my Louie bag
Phone on DND, baby, I can’t call you back
Tay Money a snack, eat me with my bougie ass
You one way on the ‘Gram but I know who you want in real life
Bad bitch, high class, all my diamonds real life
You locked up in your ego, when you gon’ realize
You missed out on the good life, boy, bye
Backin’ in my purse, twenty bands on a good night
Tay Money Mayweather, I put up a good fight
Had to leave my 9-5 just to make it work
People scared of you when you find out what you worth
They be turning on me like some blades
Cartier wrist bust down, I’m still Tay
Every other day another bitch throwing shade
I ain’t even trippin’ ’cause I know I’m God’s fav
I ain’t even trippin’ on my ex, ex, ex
Bitch, I’m on a island with my next, next, next
And we took a private jet, jet, jet
I ain’t even posted where I’m at, at, at