Letras
Feelin' on my body while he rub up on my titties
Call me Mrs. Taffy Baby, he show up and get the business (damn)
I ain't Nicki Minaj, but I make his bed rock
And he be drillin' on my body and I knock up off his socks
I bend over, he throw dollars and I make this ass rumble
I be shakin' left to right, so you know that nigga fumble (whoo-hoo)
Swear I hate a broke hoe, swear all they do is mumble
When I run up in her shit, she don't do shit but call her mama (damn, damn)
If I give you a chance, is you gon' take it? (Uh-huh)
When Taffy hit the stage, she know them pockets, I'ma break 'em
I got the crowd goin' crazy, screaming, "Taffy Baby"
I'm shaking ass, damn, Taffy Baby, Taffy Baby
But all I know is hit 'em with that flick, hit 'em with that flick
Your nigga is next, bitch, he cuttin' checks
That's why you be stressed
Hoes lookin' hella pressed, messy in they fits
Damn, they cheap as shit, lettin' hoes off like they taking flicks
Got my hands on my head while I grind on the dick (dick)
Nigga fucked up, so now there's somethin' that he gotta miss
Niggas stalkin' on the 'Gram, nah, I ain't that type of bitch
I'm the type to get the next to put a hundred on my wrist, yeah (damn, damn, damn)
I'm a bad bitch (I'm a bad bitch), she a sad bitch (she a sad bitch)
Started from the bottom, bitch, but now I'm livin' lavish
He lookin', say he like the way it twist like gymnastics
I ain't worried 'bout it 'cause a bitch don't want static (no)
'Cause when I hit him with that shit, he gon' be beggin' for some more
Pussy good and they know it, but ain't never been a hoe
'Cause when I hit him with that shit, he gon' be beggin' for some more
Pussy good and they know it, but ain't never been a hoe
Uh, and they show up (up)
Bitches shake that ass just like me, they know what's up
This hoe fine as fuck, I love the way she give it up
Ass bounce on beat, damn, she a super freak
Told your wife, Taffy Baby, I can't do no cheat (nah)
One thousand on the sneaks, hoes can't fuck with me (mm)
Hoes heavy chewed up, hoes look like meat (damn)
Mills on my body, bitch, I know I got the thrill
And I be shaking hoes off just like I got the chills (uh)
Tell these hoes to chill out like they need a pill (damn)
And I'm locked in with Miss Asia for the ever 'til (uh-huh)
When these hoes get some money, time will only tell
Bitches, we be stale, so it's
Hit 'em with that flick, hit 'em with that flick
Your nigga is next, bitch, he cuttin' checks
That's why you be stressed
Hoes looking hella pressed, messy in they fits
Damn, they cheap as shit, lettin' hoes off like they taking flicks (whoo-hoo)