2 Much - Derek King, E-40

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