CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Commercial (Original Version)
(Tay Keith, this too hard)
(Tay Keith, f**k these n***as up)
I paid some extra before we even come out
And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin'
I hit the b*t*h and I gave her some racks
And I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin'
Go on a store run and get rubber bands
I done got rich, I done put on my mans
Choppers in traffic, that's just how I'm livin'
They say that I'm trippin', they wouldn't understand
She take a trip, she come back with a tan
I take a trip, I come back with them bands
When I was dealin', it really was killin' 'em
Had 'em competin', tryna see what I'm payin'
She throw a hoodie on soon as we land
She don't like pics, I got too many fans
I'm runnin' sh*t, I can do what I want
And it's really a limit, you do what you can
I found the booth and I put that sh*t up
'Fore I run out of cash, they gonna run out of land
I fell in love with this b*t*h 'cause her head was amazing
I swear I don't even know her name
I'm 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance
They gave me ten M&M's on advance
Thought I'd be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me
I guess it was part of the plan
How he on fire, but he cool as a fan?
Can't get at you, we gon' get at your man
They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' it
Put in they face, let 'em see what I'm sayin'
I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band
Free all the bros, know I would if I can
If I don't mean it, I swear I ain't sayin' it
'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smashin'
Yeah
Still getting 28 hundred for a bag
Belt cost a rack only reason I’m savage, flashing
500 thousand on a mansion
Another 250 boy we smashing
Got the head help her beat cancer
9 outta 10 she a dancer
Say 9 outta 9 ima bash her
f**k her friend now she won’t answer
b*t*h please
n***a I don’t need no stylist
Told you that’s childish
My lil boy 4 Ian even gotta style him
Probably on the jet with the bro’s getting higher
Rich lil b*t*h she gon be the next Kylie
Rolls Royce Truck come through we Gliding (Sliding)
Opps come show we ain’t doing no hiding
G wagon 2 years still no mileage
Joc got life and I told him I got him
I ain’t gotta say too much we wit it
Anything happen run away we did it
If [?] come in it
Put it up by the dime every time that I get it
I know they was hoping I would lose we winning
Turn around look down Look double lieutenant
I don’t sell drugs no more I’m finished
Tell the b*t*h to drive the rental car then get it tented...
(Tay Keith, f**k these n***as up)
I paid some extra before we even come out
And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin'
I hit the b*t*h and I gave her some racks
And I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin'
Go on a store run and get rubber bands
I done got rich, I done put on my mans
Choppers in traffic, that's just how I'm livin'
They say that I'm trippin', they wouldn't understand
She take a trip, she come back with a tan
I take a trip, I come back with them bands
When I was dealin', it really was killin' 'em
Had 'em competin', tryna see what I'm payin'
She throw a hoodie on soon as we land
She don't like pics, I got too many fans
I'm runnin' sh*t, I can do what I want
And it's really a limit, you do what you can
I found the booth and I put that sh*t up
'Fore I run out of cash, they gonna run out of land
I fell in love with this b*t*h 'cause her head was amazing
I swear I don't even know her name
I'm 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance
They gave me ten M&M's on advance
Thought I'd be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me
I guess it was part of the plan
How he on fire, but he cool as a fan?
Can't get at you, we gon' get at your man
They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' it
Put in they face, let 'em see what I'm sayin'
I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band
Free all the bros, know I would if I can
If I don't mean it, I swear I ain't sayin' it
'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smashin'
Yeah
Still getting 28 hundred for a bag
Belt cost a rack only reason I’m savage, flashing
500 thousand on a mansion
Another 250 boy we smashing
Got the head help her beat cancer
9 outta 10 she a dancer
Say 9 outta 9 ima bash her
f**k her friend now she won’t answer
b*t*h please
n***a I don’t need no stylist
Told you that’s childish
My lil boy 4 Ian even gotta style him
Probably on the jet with the bro’s getting higher
Rich lil b*t*h she gon be the next Kylie
Rolls Royce Truck come through we Gliding (Sliding)
Opps come show we ain’t doing no hiding
G wagon 2 years still no mileage
Joc got life and I told him I got him
I ain’t gotta say too much we wit it
Anything happen run away we did it
If [?] come in it
Put it up by the dime every time that I get it
I know they was hoping I would lose we winning
Turn around look down Look double lieutenant
I don’t sell drugs no more I’m finished
Tell the b*t*h to drive the rental car then get it tented...
