Phone Talk by Tay Money Lyrics
[Intro: Tay Money]
Tay
On his wood, ayy, not the one you burn on
He say I'm up next like the street that you turn on
Wanna work? I'ma show you how to work one
[Verse 1: Tay Money]
On his wood, ayy, not the one he burn on
He say I'm up next like the street that you turn on (Ayy)
You wanna work? I'ma show you how to work one (What?)
You want a spot? Well, first you gotta earn one (Bih')
Spend it, flip it, get it back (Get it back)
When you get it, ayy, bitch, don't relax (Don't relax)
If I'm callin' then he pickin' up fast (Pickin' up fast)
I need you on your toes, I need you off your ass (Come here)
I'm cashed up, I'm racked up, ain't no problem with it (Money)
I know you like my swag 'cause I saw you in it (Bih')
I'ma let you call him back in a minute (Boy)
Believe what you heard 'cause I probably did (Heh)
[Chorus: Tay Money & Quin NFN]
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
(Where you at? You with who?)
I'm on the way and all my partners comin' too, ayy
(Where you at? You with who?)
I'm on the way and all my partners comin' too, ayy
[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
She wanna fuck me 'cause I got them bands with me
Got three K's inside the Sprinter like I got the Klan with me (Hold on)
Drum on the Glock look like I brought a band with me
You ain't tryna step with me, then you can't fuckin' stand with me (Hold on)
Go to your hood with like a hundred fans with me (A hundred fans)
Go see your bitch and I ain't bring my pants with me, ayy (On gang)
I'm on some money, they don't understand, really
Throw some diamonds on my wrist to make my fuckin' hand chilly, hold on
I can't hold out, do a show and bring the hoes out
Bring that burner to my show in case they bring them poles out
Hit his bitch 'cause he was dissin', had to snatch her soul out (On gang)
Roll up on him, we ain't missin', hit his ass and roll out, gang gang
[Chorus: Tay Money & Quin NFN]
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
(Where you at? You with who?)
I'm on the way and all my partners comin' too, ayy
(Where you at? You with who?)
I'm on the way and all my partners comin' too, ayy
[Outro: Tay Money]
Spend it, flip it, get it back (Get it back)
Spend it, flip it, get it back (Get it back)
When you get it, ayy, bitch, don't relax
When you get it, ayy, bitch, don't relax
Tay
On his wood, ayy, not the one you burn on
He say I'm up next like the street that you turn on
Wanna work? I'ma show you how to work one
[Verse 1: Tay Money]
On his wood, ayy, not the one he burn on
He say I'm up next like the street that you turn on (Ayy)
You wanna work? I'ma show you how to work one (What?)
You want a spot? Well, first you gotta earn one (Bih')
Spend it, flip it, get it back (Get it back)
When you get it, ayy, bitch, don't relax (Don't relax)
If I'm callin' then he pickin' up fast (Pickin' up fast)
I need you on your toes, I need you off your ass (Come here)
I'm cashed up, I'm racked up, ain't no problem with it (Money)
I know you like my swag 'cause I saw you in it (Bih')
I'ma let you call him back in a minute (Boy)
Believe what you heard 'cause I probably did (Heh)
[Chorus: Tay Money & Quin NFN]
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
(Where you at? You with who?)
I'm on the way and all my partners comin' too, ayy
(Where you at? You with who?)
I'm on the way and all my partners comin' too, ayy
[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
She wanna fuck me 'cause I got them bands with me
Got three K's inside the Sprinter like I got the Klan with me (Hold on)
Drum on the Glock look like I brought a band with me
You ain't tryna step with me, then you can't fuckin' stand with me (Hold on)
Go to your hood with like a hundred fans with me (A hundred fans)
Go see your bitch and I ain't bring my pants with me, ayy (On gang)
I'm on some money, they don't understand, really
Throw some diamonds on my wrist to make my fuckin' hand chilly, hold on
I can't hold out, do a show and bring the hoes out
Bring that burner to my show in case they bring them poles out
Hit his bitch 'cause he was dissin', had to snatch her soul out (On gang)
Roll up on him, we ain't missin', hit his ass and roll out, gang gang
[Chorus: Tay Money & Quin NFN]
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
Talk your shit, I ain't got no shit to talk, ayy
(Where you at? You with who?)
I'm on the way and all my partners comin' too, ayy
(Where you at? You with who?)
I'm on the way and all my partners comin' too, ayy
[Outro: Tay Money]
Spend it, flip it, get it back (Get it back)
Spend it, flip it, get it back (Get it back)
When you get it, ayy, bitch, don't relax
When you get it, ayy, bitch, don't relax