God’s Fav lyrics

[Intro]
The microphone sounds so good
Or is that me? Is that me? It’s me! haha
Tay Money, you already know

[Hook]
Baby turnin’ on me like some blades
Cardier wrist, bust down, I’m still Tay
Every other b*tch another b*tch throwing shade
I ain’t even trippin’ ‘cause I know I’m God’s fav
I ain’t even trippin’ on my ex, ex, ex
b*tch, I’m on an island with my next, next, next
And we took a private jet, jet, jet
I ain’t even postin’ where I’m at, at, at

[Verse]
Hold on, where she at?
They sleepin, go take a nap
I flew in with 50 racks in my Louis bag
Phone on DND, baby, I can’t call you back
Tay Money a snack, eat me with my bougie ass
You want me on the gram, but I know who you want in real life
Bad b*tch, high class, all my diamonds real life
You locked up in your ego
When you gon’ realise? You missed out on the good life
Boy, bye
[?] in my purse, 20 bands on a good night
Tay Money Mayweather, I put up a good fight
Had to leave my 9 to 5 just to make it work
People scared of you when they find out what you worth
[Hook]
Baby turnin’ on me like some blades
Cardier wrist, bust down, I’m still Tay
Every other b*tch another b*tch throwing shade
I ain’t even trippin’ ‘cause I know I’m God’s fav
I ain’t even trippin’ on my ex, ex, ex
b*tch, I’m on an island with my next, next, next
And we took a private jet, jet, jet
I ain’t even postin’ where I’m at, at, at