Excuse the excess Lyrics

Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect

Baby, excuse me if I'm rude I done seen some things I hope that I won't ever see in you

You shawty, what's up? Is you with it? Cause you see that clock is ticking

Don't you worry bout nobody, it ain't none of no one's business

Everyone keeps on talking like they got something to say

Every month, something popping off like every single day

Okay, okay, y'all just talk up I'ma keep getting me paid

Getting paid, I like getting paid

Getting it like I'm getting that benzo

Halo, bumping out the back

I know bitches love Beyonce

I ain't arguing with that, okay, now mama

Who told you I wasn't putting work in

Verses, purses, anything you need

They don't want me doing nothing, I want everything I see

And that's everything from Gucci all the way to Louis V

To Louis V

So excuse all the excess

It weighs heavy on my conscience

Like the shit that's on my chest, my nigga

But you know I'm down, ain't no hiding it

It's obvious that I'm the one who really runs this

So if you see me act a fool

Do you really think I listen to you pussy niggas

You should just do you

So who's telling me to run

I'm the only one who's been finessed

This way to having fun and getting paid

Getting paid, I ain't built like Lucas Cage

But the Granger's got some heft to it

The shawty's got some weight, ole, ole

It's time to get it, could you step up to the plate

Boy, you pussy, I can smell it

Get the fuck up out my face, we getting paid

Yeah, we getting paid, boy, don't play with her

I put a stack inside my mama crib, save it for later, huh

I wanna run the game, yeah

Keep all of the front end, you can keep all of the bullshit

Just give me all the money, okay, mama

Who told you I wasn't putting work in

Verses, purses, anything you need

They don't want me doing nothing, I want everything I see

And that's everything from Gucci all the way to Louis V

To Louis V

So excuse all the excessive

Weights heavy on my conscience

Like the shit that's on my chest, my nigga

But you know I'm down, ain't no hiding it

It's obvious that I'm the one who really runs this

Yeah

So if you see me act a fool

Do you really think I listen to you pussy niggas

You should just do you

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