Bass knock stupid, wrist on rude,
Car so loud, it woke up the moon.
I ain’t chillin’, I ain’t nice —
I’m rich as fuck and I live that twice.
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(Verse 1)
Rollin’ with a stick in the side door,
Big bag — ten racks just for side whores.
Money too long, don’t fold no bills,
Bitch talk slick, I paid her pills.
I don’t do peace, I don’t do broke,
Shit too clean, and my neck might choke.
Big ass chain like a playground swing,
And your girl hit me up when you ain’t doin’ a thing.
Skrrt through lanes with the roof peeled back,
Said she want smoke? Bitch, I am that pack.
Don’t need love, I need throat and racks,
And a big black truck with the seats all black.
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(Chorus – shouted with heavy guitars)
I’m too fuckin’ loud, too fuckin’ rich,
Too many hoes, can’t trust no bitch.
Too many whips, can’t pick one key,
And I talk my shit like I’m on TV.
Too fuckin’ fast, too fuckin’ cold,
Drip so hard, got a neck on hold.
Too fuckin’ loud when I pull that skirt —
Don’t talk to me less your feelings hurt.
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(Verse 2)
Hit the lot with a bag and a bitch in heels,
Whole fit cost more than your mama’s meals.
I don’t play fair, I don’t wait lines,
I cut that shit like I cut them dimes.
One shot flex, two shots down,
Three bad hoes in a Henny-fueled round.
Four-door truck, with a stick and a drum,
You talk real loud but you sound real dumb.
I got shooters that hate the sun,
They don’t talk, they just load and run.
You got dreams, I got funds —
You take Ls, I take tongues.
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(Chorus – even angrier, more distortion)
I’m too fuckin’ loud, too fuckin’ clean,
She suck me dry like a fuckin’ machine.
Too many zeros in my account,
Still spend it all just to buy more clout.
Too fuckin’ slick, too fuckin’ paid,
If I said pull up, she obeyed.
Too fuckin’ loud when I pop that door —
I don’t flex for fun, I flex for war.
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(Bridge – breakdown, whispered then screamed)
Too loud to lose.
Too rich to care.
Too fast to stop.
Too lit to share.
Too fuckin’ bad — I’m everywhere.
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(Final Chorus – full-blown chaos)
Too fuckin’ loud, too fuckin’ wild,
Too much ice got my jeweler riled.
Too many hoes, too many plans,
She ride my face just to dodge her man.
Too fuckin’ rich for your broke boy beef,
I don’t text back — I delete receipts.
Too fuckin’ loud when I walk in now —
Tell the whole damn world: I own this sound.
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