Tay Money feat. Kali Lyrics
"Blow It"

Kali
I got Tay in this bitch
Money (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

He actin' scared to spend this money
Told him go on 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 nigga 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 (ayy)

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 flexin' on you bitches
He love my tats, yup, back up, I got him out here wishin'
Wait, make a wish, blow a bag like a candle (money)
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 on 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 nigga 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 (ayy)

Bitches out here beggin', I ain't really feelin' that (eww)
I got niggas fiendin' just to get next to the cat
Said I take him out his body better keep that shit intact (keep it)
I ain't throwing shit if he ain't bringin' out them racks (cash)
I ain't what he used to yeah, the body hit different (ah-ah)
Probably with me if he ever went missin'
He could 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 nigga pockets
Know he hate my attitude, that shit get out of pocket (damn)
Fuck it, blow that bag, nigga
And throw the money, yeah, you goin' out like a sad nigga (throw it)
Fuck it my bag bigger (blow it, blow it)

He actin' scared to spend this money
Told him go on 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 nigga 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 (ayy)

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