Too Much lyrics

[Chorus]
I been that b*tch and y'all can't keep up
Talk yo sh*t, bet I won't get touched
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that sh*t gon' bust
Tryna steal the sauce, ho, you doing too much
b*tch you runnin’ yo gums, too much
And I like my funds, too much
Can't f*ck with no bums, 'cause I cost too much
They don't wanna come around 'cause I floss too much

[Verse 1]
Uh, ho you feeling tough, then at me
Bank on slam dunk, ballin' like an athlete
b*tch, you a maid, you a lame, you a maddy
Ho, you done drunk too much, you getting aggy
Walk in the club, kill the scene, I'm a baddie
Drip got a whole b*tch gang lookin' tacky
Got so many n*ggas, I ain't tryna meet ya mammy
Make your baby daddy miss time with his family
These hoes foldin' and scrollin'
These b*tches eyes is rollin'
You hoes sleep as hell, it's giving melatonin
Yeah, I'm the baddest b*tch, ain't got no opponеnt
I gave you sixty seconds, you done had your momеnt
Ricky on my feet, pus*y on a lake
Gasping for air, begging for a break
Dinner being served, gon' make your plate
And if a b*tch want beef, then I'm handing out steak
[Chorus]
I been that b*tch and y'all can't keep up
Talk yo sh*t, bet I won't get touched
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that sh*t gon' bust
Tryna steal the sauce, ho, you doing too much
b*tch you runnin’ yo gums, too much
And I like my funds, too much
Can't f*ck with no bums, 'cause I cost too much
They don't wanna come around 'cause I floss too much
I been that b*tch and y'all can't keep up
Talk yo sh*t, bet I won't get touched
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that sh*t gon' bust
Tryna steal the sauce, ho, you doing too much
b*tch you runnin’ yo gums, too much
And I like my funds, too much
Can't f*ck with no bums, 'cause I cost too much
They don't wanna come around 'cause I floss too much

[Verse 2]
You n*ggas rap 'bout the sauce that I been had
I was paid 'fore rap, that's a been bag
Yeah, b*tch I'm it, but I don't play tag
And we don't suck no di*k for no handbag (Nah)
Eat your favorite rapper, I could be the Pac-Man
Eat your favorite trapper, I could be the sack man
Gon' pledge Kappa, 'cause you b*tches steady cappin'
Crunchin' on you hoes, you can call me the captain
Your rent cost my shoes
You cannot skip to my lou (To my lou)
Don't stress how I do
I do me, do you
You know poppin' bottles ain't a damn thang (Nah)
I got the hot sauce for my lemon pepper wings
b*tch I kicked the door in, ain't have to pull strings
Yeah, I been the champ, I need six rings
[Chorus]
I been that b*tch and y'all can't keep up
Talk yo sh*t, bet I won't get touched
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that sh*t gon' bust
Tryna steal the sauce, ho, you doing too much
b*tch you runnin’ yo gums, too much
And I like my funds, too much
Can't f*ck with no bums, 'cause I cost too much
They don't wanna come around 'cause I floss too much
I been that b*tch and y'all can't keep up
Talk yo sh*t, bet I won't get touched
Cuban on my wrist, yeah that sh*t gon' bust
Tryna steal the sauce, ho, you doing too much
b*tch you runnin’ yo gums, too much
And I like my funds, too much
Can't f*ck with no bums, 'cause I cost too much
They don't wanna come around 'cause I floss too much