Moneybagg Yo, Freddie Gibbs - Too Much lyrics

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