Key Glock - 2 Much lyrics

Ey

Too much fuckin' money, got em mad
Yea, grandma said that i'm livin' too fast
Huh yea,  broke boys talkin' down
 but i won't crash (but i won't crash)
Yea, bitch i ran it up and now i'm set 
(yea,  now i'm set)
Yea,  i get check,  after check
(check) bitch i'm blessed, uh (check)
Yea, bitch, i flex and i flex, imma mess, huh
Look at my neck, neck, neck, neck-a laces
I'm smokin' Cali best and i'm sippin' Texas
Huh

Take a look around, tell me who the freshest
These waters make you drown, i just left from
Tell em, sit down
They can't stand a chance with me
Tell em, sit down
They can't stand a chance with me

Yea, everywhere i go
I got them rounds with me
(everywhere i go, go) yea, fifteen years
Always sixteen ounces with me
(fifteen years old, old)
Yea, Glock seventeen, eighteen coffins i need
(on gawd) yea, ran it up nineteen
So twenty went by sublime
Yea, now i'm 21, bitch, i
Got dumb, dumb money, yuh
(dumb) you think i turned up
Now you ain't seen nothin' (what)
Yeah, you know how i'm commin', yea
Yea, you know how i'm bummin', uh (Glizzock)
Lil nigga, big money, you a big bummy
Cuz i got

Too much fuckin' money, got em mad
Yea, grandma said that i'm livin' too fast
Huh yea, broke boys talkin' down
But i won't crash (but i won't crash)
Yea, bitch i ran it up and now i'm set
(yea, now i'm set)
Yea, i get check, after check
(check) bitch i'm blessed, uh (check)
Yea, bitch, i flex and i flex, imma mess, huh
Look at my neck, neck, neck, neck-a laces
I'm smokin' cannabis and i'm sippin' texas
Huh

Imma king, lil nigga, you a peasant
(a peasant) if you think this shit is sweet
Come and test me (come and test me)
Yea, you know since sixteen, i been reckless
Ya (i've been reckless)
White gold, white hoes, ey, i'm fantastic
(i'm fantastic) livin' lavish
(yah) , on dat bitch (on dat bitch, mayne)
I'm so rich (i'm so rich, mayne) , i'm so
Lit, ye (i'm so lit, mayne)
Uh, Glock, what you doin'
I'm doin' this shit
(i'm doin' this shit, mayne)
Yea, i got big shit poppin', later bitch
(later bitch) same lil nigga
Mobbin' wit the sticks, bought a
Pistol, that shoot ten, yuhh
Chillin' with some heavy set
But i make a sin my dawg in the pit's say
He still see me growin'

Too much fuckin' money, got em mad
Yea, grandma said that i'm livin' too fast
Huh yea, broke boys talkin' down
But i won't crash (but i won't crash)
Yea, bitch i ran it up and now i'm set
(yea, now i'm set)
Yea, i get check, after check
(check) bitch i'm blessed, uh (check)
Yea, bitch, i flex and i flex, imma mess, huh
Look at my neck, neck, neck, neck-a laces
I'm smokin' Cali best and i'm sippin' Texas
Huh