Too Bad Lyrics by Tay Money & GMO Stax
I could hear the haters now, here they come
Where you at? Point ’em out
There they go, over there looking dumb
I wish I could see your face right now, why you hatin’?
You don’t know, you just lost in the sauce and you broke
Too bad, too bad, too bad
I’m too bad
Too bad, too bad
I’m getting money and you be mad
They like how she keep on flexing?
Why you asking questions?
Why you trying to count my pockets?
I count up my blessings
I done learned from all my lessons
Who gon’ be there in the end?
It’s gon’ be me, myself, and I, so why the fuck I need a friend?
That’s why I’m running out of fucks to give
I know they can’t touch my drip
Fresh to death, before I go get dressed I made a bucket list
Miss me with that sucker shit, couple cars, couple cribs
Took your baby diddy on a date, he say he love it here
He call me all the time, this ha on his mind
He think this pussy his but that shit really mine
I kinda feel bad, I can tell he really tryin’
Shit, he supposed to, Tay Money a dime
I could hear the haters now, here they come
Where you at? Point ’em out
There they go, over there looking dumb
I wish I could see your face right now, why you hatin’?
You don’t know, you just lost in the sauce and you broke
Too bad, too bad, too bad
I’m too bad
Too bad, too bad
I’m getting money and you be mad
I got bad intentions, I’m a hot n****
Name another young n**** that’s fucking with me
Two hoes in my night wit’ ’em, text one now just talk to me
Know you got a thing for them hood n*****
Just something about them hood bitches
You know you’re with a thug when you rolling with me
Here go the chopper, we don’t talk ’50s
Load up and go tweak wit’ me
Is you ready for a deep n****?
Come here, let me rub on you, baby, too bad
Got me spending cash on it
We ain’t never ran from the opps, we put pressure on ’em
These n***** ain’t ready for us
These n***** ain’t ready for us
They be hiding from us
I’m trying to spin the block, can’t spend no time wit’ you
These n***** ain’t ready for us, they be hiding from us
Tay ain’t gotta worry about a thang, bitch, I’m sliding for her
I could hear the haters now, here they come
Where you at? Point ’em out
There they go, over there looking dumb
I wish I could see your face right now, why you hatin’?
You don’t know, you just lost in the sauce and you broke
Too bad, too bad, too bad
I’m too bad
Too bad, too bad
I’m getting money and you be mad