Taylor Girlz - Big Loaf

Hook

I got Big Loaf ask em what they mad for i don’t know what
They mad for
Sliding in the coupe I might do the whole dash though
I be getting shit i even fucking ask for
Shitting on these niggas like a asshole (x2)

Daysha Verse

Nigga run up tellem fallback
Bih talking crazy I ain’t on that
Old hundreds yea I got throwbacks
Petty ass money I done threw that
I’m loving this feeling of stacking and flipping I’m riding it
Tinted just know that
I’m popping I know that you notice
Lil bitches know that I’m loaded
Got on the beat and I rode it
Lil niggas know that I’m focused
He wanna get behind poke it
Got my own stick and tote it
That water don’t drip I just pour
Straight off the porch In Porsche
I feel like I’m in a horse
I’m on my way to the port
Too many Niggas can’t sort
Won’t see me going back and forth
Need my money at the door
Counting blues fingers sore

Hook

I got Big Loaf ask em what they mad For i don’t know what
They mad for
Sliding in the coupe I might do the whole dash though
I be getting shit i even fucking ask for
Shitting on these niggas like a asshole (x2)
Ti verse
And I cop it and paid hoe cash claiming you my man you a
Whole hoe really smart as fuck that’s what you don’t know
Stacking up these bank rolls that you can’t fold or hold i ain’t
Going broke this the weather for my Gucci coat I’m at the top
Floor thought that I couldn’t do it I stayed up ran on nothing
But fluid wasn’t no thing to do it I went up and got straight too
It I just bought some chains and the flushed I let king do it

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