Berner, Ampichino, Stevie Joe, Philthy Rich - So Much lyrics

Got so much cake damn I sold so much weight
I'm in bed with two girls
That'll go both ways
Cold days in the summer time
They got me heated
Got me looking up at Jesus like
"God I don't need this"
Why the suckers try to be us it's the mob
I'll leave that pussy bleeding
On the ground barely breathing
Its drought season time to pay way more
I love it because i make way more
Grade A Pure for my nose
Got my face all froze
Its twelve o'clock and got three cakes sold
And this game's old but this money is great
He got killed right in front of his place
Right in front of his kids what a way to go
But the shooter got caught
Because his neighbors told
Two lives gone over money that's sad
Damn I hate it when it gets this bad

Cheaa uhh uhh cheaaa
I pop up with the top down
Hop out with the chop spit fifty rounds
Cheaa life of a rock star
My ice bright like the lights on the cop car
Block stock broker
Checking on the stock sections
My money longer than your intestines
We move blow at a fast pace
Come up short on the dough
And get the gashed face

I got so much dope damn i sold so much dope
In the kitchen cooking so much coke
Like that's all i know light the kush up
Pour that fo' life's a bitch
But i'm on that hoe i get on that road
Outfit four days old wrap 'em up
And in four days sold this the life i chose
I know it's wrong but that's how shit goes
So I'm thugging it til I get old
Close knit clique
Every nigga with me play his role
Niggas know they position
All focused on one mission
Any nigga go against this
Then that nine clickin' this here is an army

Momma always said life was hard
And I need to get right with God
But, I feel I'm out here
Hustling for a righteous cause
It's fucked up in this life evolved

Cheaa uhh uhh cheaaa
I pop up with the top down
Hop out with the chop spit fifty rounds
Cheaa life of a rock star
My ice bright like the lights on the cop car
Block stock broker
Checking on the stock sections
My money longer than your intestines
We move blow at a fast pace
Come up short on the dough
And get the gashed face

I got so much cash
Damn I'm moving so much hash
Four pounds in a duffle bag
Now you do the math plus i got so much grass
Fuck the white girl I'm moving the black
Now who fucking with that
D boy all my life I just started rappin'
Fake niggas they all fold
Like a fucking napkin
One store four pots in the microwave
Young fifty rich bitch I'm tryna get paid
Ask them niggas out of town they
Say i got it boomin'
Bad bitches sending money through
The Western Union
And I tell 'em run it in bitch I need mine
Because the kid all about
A fucking dollar sign my nigga lil blunt
He sending white hoes
While you other niggas just try to wife hoes
Broke all your life
Ain't gon' never have nothing
But get up on this bitch and
Do a whole lot of fronting feel me nigga

Cheaa uhh uhh cheaaa
I pop up with the top down
Hop out with the chop spit fifty rounds
Cheaa life of a rock star
My ice bright like the lights on the cop car
Block stock broker
Checking on the stock sections
My money longer than your intestines
We move blow at a fast pace
Come up short on the dough
And get the gashed face