Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New Bae , by - Tay Money. Song from the album Duh!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tay Money
Song language: English
New Bae |
| Tay motherfuckin', ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, Money |
| It’s the motherfuckin' clique, boy |
| If you don’t get your motherfuckin' |
| I’m in the drift with new bae and I push new waves (Ayy) |
| I don’t want your ass 'cause these dudes all the same (Boy) |
| Two cell phones and I hear the same thing (Money) |
| Only thing I love is my money and my chain (Ice, ice) |
| I’ma come through, shake it up, make it rain (Ayy, ayy) |
| Hurricane Tay and I’m traveling the states (Tay) |
| I don’t know where I ain’t, yeah I’m doing what you can’t (Tay) |
| Dinner in his face, he call this a dinner date (Money) |
| Kinda famous on the player |
| You want Tay Money or Taylor? |
| I’ma finger roll that lay-up |
| Why you talking? |
| Bitch you made up |
| When they see me, lift that gate up |
| That’s when you became a hater |
| Let him chew it now and later |
| Yeah, I’m hungover in Vegas |
| You late to your job at Payless |
| Talking shit, bitch, just say less |
| We both know you get paid less |
| We both know you ain’t make it |
| On your playlist, you can’t play this |
| It ain’t Money, I don’t say shit (Tay) |
| (Motherfuckin', ayy, motherfuckin' Money) |
| All my bitches money, all my bitches money |
| All my bitches money, you ain’t fucking with my money (Tay) |
| Wanna level up, well learn to stay lowkey |
| Crown and Coke my dressing room, sorry it’s smoky (Girl) |
| Ask me how I do it, I don’t know, they chose me (Ayy) |
| Slidin' in that bitch, goin' faster than you think (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| In that mink, what you mean? |
| Get off me, get on your feet (Ayy, ayy) |
| I get paid two times a week |
| You get paid one time, two week (Ayy) |
| First I’m sour, then I’m sweet |
| Rapper of the week, every week (Ayy) |
| Play me, I’ma sweep |
| From the D, we play for keeps (Ayy) |
| Do the leech, he a creep (Oh) |
| Get off me, get on your feet (Yeah yeah) |
| Get your own cash, get your own cheese (Yeah yeah) |
| Smokin' gas, 93 |
| 93, ayy, yeah that gasoline, ayy |
| Born in '93, catching flights every week |
| Bars ain’t free, c-c-candy paint pink |
| Change the color on my feet, makin' hits in my sleep |
| Who your bitch wanna be? |
| All my bitches money, all my bitches money |
| All my bitches money, you ain’t fucking with my money |