2 Many (feat. Rich Homie Quan)

I got too many hoes, I got too many foes Too many fake ass friends, these niggas all clones I got too many shows, I'm always on the road I got on too much ice, that's why hustle cold I got too many problems, man I don't let it stop me Ain't worried bout no niggas, I got too many choppas Ain't worried bout no bitches, I got too many auctions And money's not a issue, ain't never too much money No ain't money but too much paper Ain't never too much paper The white man my bestfriend, can't never call me racist Never too many haters, I need my motivation Ain't never too much swag dog, aint never too much flavor I got on too much ice, that's probably why they hate me My chain fay that life, this for you so called takers I'll keep that bitch on safety, too many niggas flaking These niggas all clones dog, too many niggas fakin' And all these niggas basic, I'm extraordinary No problems, got no license My watch in trunk canary And I'm a living legend, Real talk I shouldve been buried And I've been through it all dog Them streets stay on the realest Ridin' round with them shooters Rich niggas smoke Cuban Fake nigga talk about it Real nigga go through it We goin shoot this movie I got a starting role, so you know me I turnt up in Alabama Its Rich Homie and Doe B We fuck fiends, turn around Buckin on the city police I'm ballin cos brother numb, bitch wanna fuck me for no reason Keep a choppa screw like oh nigga Hell nah, bitch I don't know Should've learned yo lesson, man you been connected Yea baby, call them phone people And I've been shit like through I'm swaggin' for you Baby so on the road, get Os Getting uh like I'm coming home too And I ain't playin shorty Cos I do this on the regular For a friend time, full schedule