Derek King, E-40 - 2 Much lyrics
[Derek King, E-40 - 2 Much lyrics]
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
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