Saweetie – Bussin 2.0 Lyrics

Bussin' (bussin')
Back by popular demand
Bitch, I'm bussin' (Money, ah-ha)
Ice cold in this bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ice cold in this bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tay motherfuckin' Money (bus)

Don't ask me for nothin' if we don't be textin'(uh-uh)
Dumb little bitch, she want in my section (bitch)
I need a Crown and Coke, it's my preference (for real)
Ass up, face hittin' my necklace (oh)
He not a cop, but I got arrested (woah)
He sayin' I'm bein' too reckless (Tay)
I put twenty-sixes on the Lexus (ayy)
Everything bigger in Texas
My pills ain't pressed, your bitch is (bih)
Get money and f*ck some feelings (what?)
Not personal, it's business
I thought you knew that I did this (girl)
You can have him, but he licked it (mm)
Banana, then I split it (see ya)
Talented and gifted (uh)
I guess the tables shifted

I feel like a whole brand new bitch
Bussin' (what?) 
Bitch, I'm bussin' (bitch, I'm what?)
I feel like a whole brand new bitch (bitch, I'm)
Bussin' (bitch, I'm what?) 
Bitch, I'm bussin' (bitch, I'm what?)
Ice cold in this bitch

Pretty and thick so get what I want
He wanna know how I look in a thong
Keep a few niggas, I'm never alone
You only got one, you doin' it wrong
I ain't from Texas but I'm slippin' it slow
Vitamin D, always give me that glow
Phone and the safe, I need both of them codes
Saweetie play boys like Anna Nicole
Me and Tay Money, bussin' (yeah)
Your BM look disgustin' (hah)
These niggas know I'm rich (duh)
But I wanna spend they money
I'ma little snobbish, lil' bit toxic
Pretty punani, made me a goddess
Fresh out of the college, makin' millions of dollars
That shit turn me into

A whole brand new bitch
Bussin' (what?) 
Saweetie bussin' (damn right)
I feel like a whole brand new bitch (bitch, I'm)
Bussin' (bitch, I'm what?) 
Bitch, I'm bussin' (bitch, I'm what?)

I'm a whole brand new bitch
Hit the club get stupid (ooh)
I thought you knew this (yeah)
Come get your due bitch (for real)
You ain't fuckin' with no real bitch
You fuckin' with a lame
That's why he signed his money over
For that lil' bitty ass chain (man)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, bang (yeah)
Ass bussin' out the frame
Ain't nobody else in my lane (lane)
You don't gotta lie to kick it
That shit fuckin' up your image (for real)
They thought this was a gimmick
It's too catchy to forget it

I feel like a whole brand new bitch
Bussin' (what?) 
Bitch, I'm bussin' (bitch, I'm what?)
I feel like a whole brand new bitch (bitch, I'm)
Bussin' (bitch, I'm what? Tay motherfuckin')
Bitch, I'm bussin' (bitch, I'm what? Motherfuckin')

Ayy, Money
Like duh