Tay Money and GMO Stax - Too Bad

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

I could hear the haters now, here they come
Where you at? Point 'em out
There they go, over there lookin' 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 (too bad)
Too bad (too bad)
I'm too bad (bitch, I'm bad)
Too bad (bitch, I'm bad)
Too bad (okay)
I'm gettin' money
And you be mad (mad)

They like, "How she keep on flexing?"
Why you askin' questions?
Why you tryna count my pockets? (Money)
I count up my blessings
I could learn 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
I swear why I'm runnin' out of a 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 daddy on a date
He say he love it here
He call me all the time
This ah 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 lookin' 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 (too bad)
Too bad (too bad)
I'm too bad (bitch, I'm bad)
Too bad (bitch, I'm bad)
Too bad (okay)
I'm gettin' money
And you be mad (mad)

I got bad intentions, I'm a hot nigga
Name another young nigga that's fuckin' with me
Two hoes in my night with 'em
Tay slow down, just talk to me
Know you got a thing for them hood niggas
Just somethin' about them hood bitches
You know you're with a thug when you rollin' with me
Here go the chopper, we don't tote pistols
Load up and go tweak with me
Is you ready for a deep nigga
Come here let me rub on you, baby, too bad
Got me spendin' cash on it
We ain't never ran from the opps, we put pressure on 'em
These niggas ain't ready for us
These niggas ain't ready for us (they ain't ready)
They be hidin' from us
I'm tryna spin the block can't spend no time with you
These niggas ain't ready for us, they be hidin' from us
Tay ain't gotta worry about a thang
Bitch, I'm slidin' for her

I could hear the haters now, here they come
Where you at? Point 'em out
There they go, over there lookin' 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 (too bad, bitch, you're broke)
Too bad (too bad, bitch, you're broke)
I'm too bad (bitch, I'm bad)
Too bad (bitch, I'm bad)
Too bad (okay)
I'm gettin' money
And you be mad (mad)

Written by:
Demauri Carter, Lavell Scott, Martin McCurtis, Taylor Watson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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