Lyrics:

Hey, hey, hey
All dimes in my celly for Keisha and Kelly
Best time on the belly, don't' to telly
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm, I'm ready
All in the fashion, gonna live a lil, baby!

Alexander McQueen in a bitter machine
Have to purchase' then I might just '
They say I'm too conceited, I just know that I'm rare
Make the craziest stops, which I've done every year
Ball grill, ball jewels, bitches stay in!
.. and bet you know me now
All these mother fuckers wanna be my homie now
Drop time with, couple old raries now
Real true clique and my niggas hold me down
I need five for a Shawty, five for a verse
And if she chose' I need five out a purse!
Real things!

Hook:
Too rare don't talk to me!
Too rare, bring guap to me!
Too rare don't talk to me!
Too rare, bring guap to me!

Ball man all black
I've seen you at the mall at the half of'
Pull an OG in a club full of'
Don't need a house' less than a stack!
Gold teeth, gold hair
You ain't from the town and don't go there
Basic ass bitches ain't going nowhere
Shining on you haters, big game so rare!
' in my hand, pass the homie the bottle
Do my own thing, so a bitch a hoe follow
' then we're going full'
Leaning in my cup, looking like I hit the lotto!
They call me Debbie, hoe! Lil Debbie, hoe!
If you're a pain ass bitch, you're a petty hoe!
I've brought some' with my red cojack
Burn cold with long nails that grew on

Hook:
Too rare don't talk to me!
Too rare, bring guap to me!
Too rare don't talk to me!
Too rare, bring guap to me!

I've been in a ' and I'm going for a'
All in a fashion, gonna live a little, baby
' on you haters big game so rare, rare
They say I'm too conceited, I just know that I'm rare!

Hook:
Too rare don't talk to me!
Too rare, bring guap to me!