Babyface Ray, Coach Joey - Too Many lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray, Coach Joey - Too Many lyrics]
We had so much fun, it was
It wasn't even like a business
Niggas looked up to him like a superhero
Because he was a
Young cat doing it, gettin' a lot of money
Man and he made young cats wanna get money
I wasn't the richest nigga in Harlem
He gave to everybody, he gave everybody
(See, I never knew who he could be, ever)
But he was one of the most popular
'cause of the shit he was doing yeah
Yeah, my life exciting
Just pray I don't get indicted (Uh, uh)
Baggin' perkys, yo' bitch like it
She gon' take my dick and bite it (Wow)
They was friends but I fucked 'em
Both so now they fightin' (My fault)
Bezel big, bustin' out the top
Look like a Breitling (Damn)
Lord forbid, if I go to jail
She ain't gon' write me (I know)
New Chanel runners like a band
These ain't no Nikes (Nah)
Count a dub in yo' bitch face
Her man don't like me (Haha)
'Round the city, most these boys my kids
They act just like me (yeah)
Call me dad, call the bag, you ain't hit
(yeah) balmains, let 'em sag, with the mag
See the stick (yeah, yeah)
Chopstick, let it ride, out the window
We won't miss
Gave it to him straight, say this shit a fad
He won't fit (Aight)
Think we calmed down, bro
Bought thirty thou', he on tip
Got on regular clothes but it's racks around
She gon' strip
It's a lifestyle, plenty ice 'round
Still don't slip
It don't matter bitch, cut the lights down
Still I'm lit
Too many niggas on my dick (yeah, too many)
Yeah, yeah (Too many niggas on my dick)
Too many niggas want my bitch
(yeah, too many)
Yeah, yeah (Too many niggas want my bitch)
They love it when I talk my shit (yeah)
Yeah (They love that shit) , yeah
They know I'm really 'bout that shhh
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
(Coach me Joey) grab a watch, buss it down
Grab a chain, do the same
All these niggas on my dick
Leave some room for yo' bitch
(Ayy, what the?) i made myself a boss
It was easier than I thought
Everything I drop exclusive
Can't imagine what it cost
I wanted a Pagani
But they say it's banned in the United so I
Went over to Italy just to test drive it
And I
Like how it move but it's only room for two
Might as well cop a 'Rari if
I just wanted a coupe
My bitch bad, you can't afford
To speak to her, nigga
(Ayy, shut up)
She gon' ignore yo' broke-ass like
She see through it, nigga
These niggas mad, broke
And bitter so don't beef with a nigga
Put some cheese on yo' head to
Get the beef over quicker
(Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Too many niggas on my dick (yeah, too many)
Yeah, yeah (Too many niggas on my dick)
Too many niggas want my bitch
(yeah, too many)
Yeah, yeah (Too many niggas want my bitch)
They love it when I talk my shit (yeah)
Yeah (They love that shit) , yeah
They know I'm really 'bout that shhh
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah
It wasn't even like a business
Niggas looked up to him like a superhero
Because he was a
Young cat doing it, gettin' a lot of money
Man and he made young cats wanna get money
I wasn't the richest nigga in Harlem
He gave to everybody, he gave everybody
(See, I never knew who he could be, ever)
But he was one of the most popular
'cause of the shit he was doing yeah
Yeah, my life exciting
Just pray I don't get indicted (Uh, uh)
Baggin' perkys, yo' bitch like it
She gon' take my dick and bite it (Wow)
They was friends but I fucked 'em
Both so now they fightin' (My fault)
Bezel big, bustin' out the top
Look like a Breitling (Damn)
Lord forbid, if I go to jail
She ain't gon' write me (I know)
New Chanel runners like a band
These ain't no Nikes (Nah)
Count a dub in yo' bitch face
Her man don't like me (Haha)
'Round the city, most these boys my kids
They act just like me (yeah)
Call me dad, call the bag, you ain't hit
(yeah) balmains, let 'em sag, with the mag
See the stick (yeah, yeah)
Chopstick, let it ride, out the window
We won't miss
Gave it to him straight, say this shit a fad
He won't fit (Aight)
Think we calmed down, bro
Bought thirty thou', he on tip
Got on regular clothes but it's racks around
She gon' strip
It's a lifestyle, plenty ice 'round
Still don't slip
It don't matter bitch, cut the lights down
Still I'm lit
Too many niggas on my dick (yeah, too many)
Yeah, yeah (Too many niggas on my dick)
Too many niggas want my bitch
(yeah, too many)
Yeah, yeah (Too many niggas want my bitch)
They love it when I talk my shit (yeah)
Yeah (They love that shit) , yeah
They know I'm really 'bout that shhh
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
(Coach me Joey) grab a watch, buss it down
Grab a chain, do the same
All these niggas on my dick
Leave some room for yo' bitch
(Ayy, what the?) i made myself a boss
It was easier than I thought
Everything I drop exclusive
Can't imagine what it cost
I wanted a Pagani
But they say it's banned in the United so I
Went over to Italy just to test drive it
And I
Like how it move but it's only room for two
Might as well cop a 'Rari if
I just wanted a coupe
My bitch bad, you can't afford
To speak to her, nigga
(Ayy, shut up)
She gon' ignore yo' broke-ass like
She see through it, nigga
These niggas mad, broke
And bitter so don't beef with a nigga
Put some cheese on yo' head to
Get the beef over quicker
(Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Too many niggas on my dick (yeah, too many)
Yeah, yeah (Too many niggas on my dick)
Too many niggas want my bitch
(yeah, too many)
Yeah, yeah (Too many niggas want my bitch)
They love it when I talk my shit (yeah)
Yeah (They love that shit) , yeah
They know I'm really 'bout that shhh
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah