2 Much

Oh yeah
Too much ice, too much drip
Yeah, ay
T Kelley on the track
Keep calm, it’s a wave
All this money, I could never let it sink
Niggas hated in the past, it’s a shame
'Cause I make money off a game I never played
Too much sauce, need a table
Tell that bitch, «Get in the car, we can lay low»
Do the dash, I ain’t never living stable
Tryna catch you slipping but they’re never able
Broke niggas all around me make me nervous
I wouldn’t holla at my bitch, she be curving
How you the man in your city but you purpin'
You just doing this to show for the curtains
Too much water in my VVS’s
In the club making money messes
Bitches on me now 'cause my money stretching
I gotta keep it on the low, can’t get caught up
Too much drip, too much sauce
I don’t care what it cost I’m a motherfuckin' boss, oh
I don’t really like to talk
Couple bands in my pocket, that’s the reason why I walk slow
So baby, go and bust it down
Fuck it up, baby go and bust it down
Girl, I wanna see you bust it down
Pick it up, throw it back, let me see what it’s about
Wobble, wobble, wobble, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Shake it like a champagne bottle make it jiggle
Super bad brizzle, nipples poke out like a missile
Booty soft as fabric softener, she thicker than a pillow
They gon' call a fashion officer, the red carpet police (Sheesh)
'Cause she out her killing folks with them booty cheeks
Turning heads, breaking necks
Booty bouncing like checks
Not a firefighter, but you work the pole like a vet (Vet)
Got family in the ghetto, in the suburbs, and the jets (Jets)
Tattoos on your flesh, pierced tongue, and coochie lips (Lips)
Dancing in your session (session) with your BFF (F)
Slap her on the ass (ass), take a selfie flick
Independent and she get to the bag
Not a knock off or spin off but authentic birkin' bag
Damn, you a cutie like DeJ Loaf
Brains over beauty, you just happened to be blessed with both, uh
Too much drip, too much sauce
I don’t care what it cost I’m a motherfuckin' boss, oh
I don’t really like to talk
Couple bands in my pocket, that’s the reason why I walk slow
So baby, go and bust it down
Fuck it up, baby go and bust it down
Girl, I wanna see you bust it down
Pick it up, throw it back, let me see what it’s about