Saucy Santana - 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 gone bust Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much b*tch you running yo gums, too much And I like my funds, too much Can't fu*k with no bums, cause I cost too much They don't wanna come around cause I floss too much [Verse One] Uh, hoe 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 Hoe 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 ni**as I ain't tryna meet ya mammy Make ya 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 mеlatonin Yeah, I'm the baddest b*tch, ain't got no opponеnt I gave you 60 seconds, you done had ya moment Ricky on my feet, pussy 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 gone bust Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much b*tch you running yo gums, too much And I like my funds, too much Can't fu*k with no bums, cause I cost too much They don't wanna come around cause I floss too much [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 gone bust Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much b*tch you running yo gums, too much And I like my funds, too much Can't fu*k with no bums, cause I cost too much They don't wanna come around cause I floss too much [Verse Two] You ni**as rap bout the sauce that I been had I was paid 'fore rap, that's a big bag Yeah, b*tch I'm it, but I don't play tag And we don't su*k no dick for no handbag (Nah) Eat your favorite rapper, I could be the Pac-Man Eat your favorite trapper, I could be the sack man Gone pledge Kappa, cause you b*tches steady cappin' Crunchin' on you hoes, you can call me the captain Yo 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 wangs b*tch I kicked the door in, ain't have to pull strangs Yeah, I been the champ, I need six rangs [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 gone bust Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much b*tch you running yo gums, too much And I like my funds, too much Can't fu*k with no bums, cause I cost too much They don't wanna come around cause I floss too much [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 gone bust Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much b*tch you running yo gums, too much And I like my funds, too much Can't fu*k with no bums, cause I cost too much They don't wanna come around cause I floss too much