Too Much (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

歌詞

Yeah, yeah-yeah Kane Train, you know what I'm sayin'? A nigga out here, you know me Nigga, yeah-yeah Too much for these niggas, I need somethin' real quick, you know what I'm sayin'? (A nigga doin') Too much East Side, yeah (Yeah) Rocks in a nigga wrist, too much (Yeah) Forgiatos on a Bent', too much (Yeah, yeah) '42, a nigga sip, too much (Yeah) I done hit another nigga bitch too much (Yeah, yeah) I got way too many enemies, gotta be tooled up Nigga with the monkey diamonds, they never could fool us (Yeah, yeah) Backstage at the shows, these hoes gon' choose up (Yeah) ATL to the Chi', these hoes get flewed up (Yeah, yeah) Michael Jackson, might go Tyson, know a nigga gotta beat it (Yeah) If the pussy undisputed then the head was undefeated (Yeah) Once I hit another city, then the number get deleted (Yeah) If the pussy undisputed then this pimpin' undefeated (Yeah) Once I seen the ho in person, knew the bitch was overrated (Ugh) Knew the shit was hella different with the fiddles and the makeup (Yeah) Got a quarter-ounce of rock up in my pot, I'm 'bout to shake it Skrrt, skrrt, 'bout to make it work, work with the paper, nigga Rocks in a nigga wrist, too much Forgiatos on a Bent', too much '42, a nigga sip, too much I done hit another nigga bitch too much All this money that I got, I could never get too much All these hoes that I got, I could never get boo'd up Drive these cars on the lot, I be switchin' the shoes up All this money that I got, I could never get too much Rocks in a nigga wrist, too much Forgiatos on a Bent', too much '42, a nigga sip, too much I done hit another nigga bitch too much All this money that I got, I could never get too much All these hoes that I got, I could never get boo'd up Drive these cars on the lot, I be switchin' the shoes up All this money that I got, I could never get too much I get two hundred a verse and two hundred for a show I need four hundred a O if I'm breakin' down the bowl Why you doin' all the typin', we been tryna up the score? (Brrt) Niggas gangsta on the 'Gram, Cinderella on the ho (Weak) How much did the Phantom cost, Bagg? Too much (Haha) Driver get me there when I'm high, too clutch With another nigga bitch, wasn't switchin' two cups All black, red inside, shit, too plush (Go) Trappin' in designer, new Balenci' with Adidas Momma knew I was a hustler in her stomach as a fetus I went back and forth the quarter, now I'm ballin', alopecia Molly callin' me a cheater 'cause I fell in love with Keisha First, I take a sip of potion then I trace it with exotic Can you point out all the haters? I can't see 'em through these Carti's Let my newest bitch pop it 'cause her ex-nigga watchin' When you havin' plenty bread, all the pigeons come flockin' (Brr) You feel me? Truth be told, I'ma always show the real me It's chilly, bustdown Cuban with the matchin' Richard Mille Flyer than a eagle when I'm touchin' down in Philly (Up) Nickname the coupe, "Lil Wayne," no ceilings (Drop) Ain't no layin' up, I'm just drillin' and I'm peelin' Uh, uh, got a Rolls, skrrt-skrrt out the door with these Rocks in a nigga wrist, too much Forgiatos on a Bent', too much '42, a nigga sip, too much I done hit another nigga bitch too much All this money that I got, I could never get too much All these hoes that I got, I could never get boo'd up. Drive these cars on the lot, I be switchin' the shoes up All this money that I got, I could never get too much Rocks in a nigga wrist, too much Forgiatos on a Bent', too much '42, a nigga sip, too much I done hit another nigga bitch too much All this money that I got, I could never get too much All these hoes that I got, I could never get boo'd up Drive these cars on the lot, I be switchin' the shoes up All this money that I got, I could never get too much