Oh Gee La

Look nigga I can roll up some more weed

Or order 22 more bottles of Don P

My presidential Rolex shining, that's on Gs

The clothes that I got on are designers from overseas

I pulled up getting high, told the valet to hold my keys

Hopped out, walk in that motherfucker, bought everything that I seen

Niggas hating, bitches wishing they can get in position for some

Infiltration

Taylor Gang motherfucker, don't deal with no shape shift

Only real motherfuckers come up in my playlist

I keep it way too real to fuck with your fake shit

This the real right here, roll one up and face it



T-G-O-D

Getting high, rolling weed up for e'ryone to know me

T-G-O-D

In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z

T-G-O-D

And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper



[Ya]



Give a fuck about a hater



[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]

T-G-O-D, peep the game from the floor seats

Here for my throne, put them bitches in the nosebleeds

(T-G-O-D), married to the money

Fornicating with the ballers and fuck a prenup like the Kobes

(T-G-O-D), educating hoes

On the what, where, hows of embodying a boss, see

Bitch I school sluts on the what's and the whos

And the guts and the shoes and how the body of a Porsche be

Now it's rock-a-bye bitches

Lights out when I'm rocking my vicious

Ass-to-waist ratio

Giuseppe shipped out in (?), rent on a (?)

(Oo-la-la-la) is the way that we rock when we doing our thing

(Oo-la-la-la) is the first class high that the Taylors bring

My circle, anti-square

Can't compare like a (?)

Ain't I there, sonning you hoes, I birth

None of you hoes have earned, none of you hoes have learned

Vicariously living through my shadows

Got them throwing more shade than a clouded out meadow

Living in a land called Lala, no Melo

Maserati sitting on lips all yellow

Smoked out interior like a cigarillo

Now these hoes wanna hang, leave them hanging like hello

(Ha ha ha ha ha) until my lifeless corpse in the depth of the Earth

Forever stay a real bitch and only fear God

When the Devil get to tempting me, I only hear God

And my struggles help build me, so endear eyes

Lauryn we'll forever love you, you'll forever feel hearts



[Hook]

T-G-O-D

Getting high, rolling weed up for e'ryone to know me

T-G-O-D

In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z

T-G-O-D

And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper



Give a fuck about a hater



[Verse 3: Juicy J]

Paper, paper, paper, I'm so fucking Taylor'd

Burning dope, getting ashes on the calculator

Big wads in my pockets, money barely bend

I'm so sincere riding in a (?) Benz

Hit the booty club, drinking Sapphire gin

Juicy J don't fuck with ratchet hoes, only 10s



[Hook]

T-G-O-D

Getting high, rolling weed up for e'ryone to know me

T-G-O-D

In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z

T-G-O-D

And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper



Give a fuck about a hater