Boss Yo Life Up Tay B (Ft. Payroll Giovanni)

[Intro: Tay B]
Classic
Huh, huh, huh, yeah

[Chorus: Tay B]
Everybody iced up, came up off white stuff
You might see my bitch talking crazy, 'cause she piped up
You a rat, you ain't playing sports, why you miked up?
I'll put you on the payroll and boss your life up
Everybody iced up, came up off white stuff
You might see my bitch talking crazy, 'cause she piped up
You a rat, you ain't playing sports, why you miked up?
I'll put you on the payroll and boss your life up

[Verse 1: Tay B]
Chrome Heart shades, Prada shades, I don't like Buffs
Bought the Cullinan and the Urus 'cause I like trucks
I need two friends to eat this dick, yeah, I like sluts
You ain't never ever had no motion, I know life sucks
Huh, you crazy if you think this shit was gave to me
Shit, I passed thе ball, you couldn't score, why you blaming me?
The only onе with good work around, I had to change fee
I hang around with real superstars, but it ain't changing me
Still Tay, hand still in a lot of shit
Still I pull up on the block with my dawgs and politic
You too grown to chase hoes, lil' dawg, that's college shit
Once you get the money, hoes gon' come, that's common sense
My lil', yeah, brain good, she deserve a scholarship
Ms in the bank, I almost cried when that deposit hit
Some of my niggas played it back, because they really dropping shit
I know they praying that I fail, that ain't really stopping shit
I ain't never been no pussy, but I get a lot of it
Maybach, feeling like a boss when I hop in it
The street money too good, I don't know how to quit
Really proud of myself, so I be buying Prada shit
You know the routine, bitch, after I fuck, I gotta dip
She ain't really like her titties, so I went and got them lift
You know the routine, run through the bag and cop again
If we can get money together, nigga, then we locking in