Too Much (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Kane Train, you know what I'm sayin'? A **** out here, you know me

Yeah-yeah

Too much for these ****, I need somethin' real quick, you know what I'm sayin'? (A **** doin')

Too much

East Side (Yeah)

Yeah

Rocks in a **** wrist, too much

Forgiatos on a Bent', too much

'42, a **** sip, too much

I done hit another **** bitch too much

I got way too many enemies, gotta be tooled up

**** with the monkey diamonds, they never could fool us

Backstage at the shows, these hoes gon' choose up

ATL to the Chi', these hoes get flewed up

Michael Jackson, might go Tyson, know a **** gotta beat it

If the pussy undisputed then the head was undefeated

Once I hit another city, then the number get deleted

If the pussy undisputed, then this pimpin' undefeated

Once I seen the ho in person, knew the bitch was overrated

Knew the shit was hella different with the filters and the makeup

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, ****

Rocks in a **** wrist, too much

Forgiatos on a Bent', too much

'42, a **** sip, too much

I done hit another **** 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 **** wrist, too much

Forgiatos on a Bent', too much

'42, a **** sip, too much

I done hit another **** 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 a bowl

Why you doin' all that typin', we been tryna up the score

**** 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 **** bitch, one switch and 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 chase 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-**** watchin'

When you havin' plenty bread, all the pigeons come flockin'

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 **** wrist, too much

Forgiatos on a Bent', too much

'42, a **** sip, too much

I done hit another **** 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 **** wrist, too much

Forgiatos on a Bent', too much

'42, a **** sip, too much

I done hit another **** 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