Complicated Lyrics - The Misunderstanding Of Teyana Taylor Mixtape - Teyana Taylor

Shawty got potential, but he don't need a sponsor 

You should see his goons, more niggas than a concert 

Body like Teyana, stomach lookin proper 

Eyes half closed cause he smokin on that ganja 

Hold up 

Hard denims and cardigans, they all rugby 

He my lil bad boy, Sean Puffy 

Givin me stacks, a rack T take that 

Smokin on that James Brown, this the pay back 

I be his hood girl, I put that grind in him 

So inked up I can write my rhymes with 'em 

He give me all of his, but let me roll with mine 

And the shoes spiked up like a porcupine 

He love my harlem ass, the way my swag pop 

A real bad bitch, never needed ass shots 

Two door coupe, all white whole thang 

And when I see him I'm like Honey in that Cocaine 

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Bad boy, real when I need a wrap 

And his only competition is the IRS 

Bad boy, a real one I need that 

And his only competition is the IRS 

Make money money, make money money money 

Make money money, make money money money 

Now everybody say 

Take money money, take money money money 

Take money money, take money money money 

IRS 

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Yo 

Well he's a bad boy, but it feels good though 

I'm out rappin, while he chillin in the hood yo 

All the girls want the money, I don't need shit 

Cause I can do my own work on some queen shit 

He know he hot shit, money in his pockets 

Swag out the world, they see him and he's a topic 

He beat the kitty up, a dog like YG 

Them Jordan's on fire, jewels icy 

Ugh 

Him stupid is not likely 

Cause all my guys hood smart, I like em just like me 

Now we down at the club with some weed smoke 

And a g knows a g cause a g knows 

Hear them others say somethin, you just awesome 

Bonnie and Clyde through the gang cause we bossin 

His motto Thug Life, he run with them bad toys 

But it's all good I told you he's a he's a 

Bad boy, real when I need a wrap 

And his only competition is the IRS 

Bad boy, a real one I need that 

And his only competition is the IRS 

Make money money, make money money money 

Make money money, make money money money 

Now everybody say 

Take money money, take money money money 

Take money money, take money money money 

IRS 

He my lil bad boy, bad boy 

Bad boy, bad boy 

Bad boy, bad boy 

He my lil bad boy, bad boy 

Bad boy, bad boy 

Bad boy, bad boy 

Hold up 

Well he's a bad boy, but it feels good though 

Good though, good though, good though, good though 

Well he's a bad boy, but it feels good though 

Good though, good though, good though, good though