I'm Too Much - Gucci Mane, Riff Raff

I talk tough, I’m too damn rough

I call your boyfriend’s bluff

You can’t beat me, like Kobe come through in the clutch

If you look out once or blink your eye, I’ll pack two

Shakin' baby syndrome, I got these rappers so shook

My pops wasn’t 'round, but least he gave me good looks

Drop head Phantom, the top down, my rims up

I got cash on me, a nigga stash for me

So I don’t need your weed, I got a line on tweed

I got a plug on Ps, I got a plug on lean

I got a Colt 15, I got an M16

I got a bullshit charge, that bitch that lied on me

Tattoos on my face card cause I don’t want no job

I’m too much, I talk trash, bitches say I’m stuck up

Bitch can get past me cause she lucked up

Let her have a baby by Wop, she lucked up

I talk trash, bitches say I’m stuck up

I don’t give a damn, you got me fucked up

Bitch can get past me cause she lucked up

Let her have a baby by Wop, she lucked up

Kush smells like root beer, my career just hit 5th gear

Now I make you bitches, haters disappear

I only made 4 million last year

30K a day, diamonds on display

Ridin' in somethin' I can’t pronounce

Put a trampoline in my backyard

Just to watch them titties bounce

My rubies rocky and rounded

You are at home, grounded

I might install a Versace money counter

Next to my codeine fountain

They say all I talk about is money

That’s all that I think about

I have no idea who you are

My front yard has bodyguards

RiFF!

I’m too much, I talk trash, bitches say I’m stuck up

I don’t give a damn, you got me fucked up

Bitch can get past me cause she lucked up

Let her have a baby by Wop, she lucked up

I talk trash, bitches say I’m stuck up

I don’t give a damn, you got me fucked up

Bitch can get past me cause she lucked up

Let her have a baby by Wop, she lucked up