[Right Said Fred]
I'm too s*xy for my shirt
Too s*xy for my shirt
So s*xy, it hurts
I'm too s*xy for Milan
Too s*xy for Milan
New York or Japan
[Future]
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
I'm too s*xy for this syrup
Too s*xy for your girl
Too s*xy for this world
Too s*xy for this ice
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too s*xy for this chain
Too s*xy for your gang
Too s*xy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too s*xy for the trap
Too s*xy for that cap
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah
[Drake]
Okay, alright, that's fine, okay (Okay)
I'm feelin' too s*xy to accept requests (Way too s*xy)
And I'm way too s*xy to go unprotected (Way too s*xy)
And she popped a Tesla, now she goin' electric
Okay, alright, that's fine, okay
Think we got too s*xy for that metro housin' (Way too s*xy)
Diamond popped out, almost swallowed sixty thousand (Sixty piece)
Section need more tings in here, I like it crowded, ayy (Woah, woah)
Yeah, I like it crowded
Oh, you like the boy? Well, tell me what you like about him
You a turnt up little thotty, ain't no wife about it
I'ma f*ck her friends and send her back to Metro housin'
[Future]
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
I'm too s*xy for this syrup
Too s*xy for your girl
Too s*xy for this world
Too s*xy for this ice
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too s*xy for this chain
Too s*xy for your gang
Too s*xy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too s*xy for the trap
Too s*xy for that cap
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
[Future]
I pop out, get ghost on a b*tch, she don't know where I went (Where I go?)
Pray for all my dogs, all my niggas behind the fence (Prayer)
Drippin' in it, I be spillin' in it, new designer gear bicoastal
Pay attention to the detail, goin' two-tone on a choker
Young niggas always ready to murk somethin', call them some smokers
Young nigga havin' motion, he gon' make sure the car get—
Did a 360 windmill when I left the scene
That's that action, her best work on her knees
Too s*xy for this cash
Too s*xy for this syrup
Too s*xy for these pills, I'm too s*xy for this
I get cash wherever I fly, got b*tches s*xin' on me
Money, cars, and all this jewelry make a b*tch look s*xy
I get cash wherever I fly, got b*tches s*xin' on me
[Future]
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
I'm too s*xy for this syrup
Too s*xy for your girl
Too s*xy for this world
Too s*xy for this ice
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too s*xy for this chain
Too s*xy for your gang
Too s*xy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too s*xy for the trap
Too s*xy for that cap
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah
[Young Thug]
Too s*xy to count (Ah), fetty (Oh)
My neck baguetty (Hoo)
Red diamonds, spaghetti (Oh)
This paper, I shred it (Yeah)
I swindled, no sweatin'
I saw you (B*tch), beggin' (Ho)
Goddamn, you petty (Ha)
I ain't done spending (Yeah)
No penny pinch, I spend it (Spend)
Bags in and out (Let's get bags)
My man ain't gon' steal it (On God)
Hundred bags for her (Hundred bags)
Make these young hoes wish they was rich (Woo)
All-green gators, they look like a switch
Giorgio, I spent twenty-six licks ('Mani)
I'm too s*xy (Yeah)
My neck (Yeah), baguetties
Molest me (Woah), caress me (Woah)
I'll let you (Ah), todayski (Ski)
I been kickin' shit (Woah, woah), might need a prosthetic (Yeah)
I pray to the chopper under my pillow, tooth fairy (Woo)