Taylor

(album: Fly Times, Vol. 1: The Good Fly Young - 2019)

Okay
You know what I'm sayin'?
(Cardo got wings)
I ain't gon' keep playing with y'all
Not like I was before though, haha
Uh

Backseat how I like to ride
Two freaks tryna fit inside
Just left the club, now she wanna slide
Nigga keep calling so she tryna hide
Big chain, got her eyes wide
Big dope, nigga, no lie
Presidential, monumental
She only fuck with you when the rent due
I'm tryna bag one when I spin through
On the grind, getting money's not a issue
You know it's the bomb just by the scent
Nigga saying he a pimp, but he doing shit that tricks do
Lot of bullshit I been through
It made me a boss and my whole team official
We just sticking to the script
Niggas saying they get down but I promise they don't do it like this

'Bout to take another trip
Tell my bitch roll another zip
And my gang don't slip
Smoke trees, count a mil' before I dip
So much that the bank can't fit
She chose up, you can't blame her
We in the room high as a skyscraper
We came this far, ain't never gon' change up
Homie, that's Taylor

Straight game what I give her
Big crib but I made it out of Pittsburgh
No time for the fuck shit
We pull up, cleanest niggas at the function
All white Benz looking for some skins
Make sure I got room for you plus your friends
Straight card, no cash
Heard them niggas be simping so them niggas ain't lasting
Get a joint and put gas in
Them niggas ain't even in my way, I move past 'em
Everything I make classic
And niggas be hating, but to me that ain't natural
And it's pay me, fuck you
Smell two K's when I come through
I just roll another zip
Niggas saying they get down but I promise they don't do it like this

'Bout to take another trip
Tell my bitch roll another zip
And my gang don't slip
Smoke trees, count a mil' before I dip
So much that the bank can't fit
She chose up, you can't blame her
We in the room high as a skyscraper
We came this far, ain't never gon' change up
Homie, that's Taylor