RealYungPhil - Too Many lyrics

Flea!

You play with my gang and it's up nigga
Ain’t bout the money, ight
I'ma fuck with ya
Niggas be lame, I don't fuck with ’em
Stay with the gang, I'm stuck with 'em
Niggas be hating, what's up with 'em
You wasn't fuckin' with Phil back
Then, he get money
Now you wanna fuck with him
What, weirdo, I get the money, dinero
Niggas hating, I don't care though
I see your pockets, zero
It ain’t bout money then it won’t impress me
Benjamin Franklin my bestie
My pockets fat and his pockets on empty
And I don't fuck with too many

Retarded, niggas say I go retarded
Run up on me, you retarded
Bro got the choppa and park it
I got a lot on my mental
I was posted in the darkness
I had to run up a bag, wait
I ain’t really have an option
Ain't bout money, what you talkin' for
I ran it up, what you walkin' for
Talkin’ money, okay, talk some more
Said he want smoke, oh, sure
How you want beef, you poor
And you in love, with a whore
She eat the dick, like s'mores
I'm with the gang like we going on tour
Got on my flight and I landed in-, wait
I ain't even land yet i need a damn check
You is a lame, I stamped it
I just lost count, damn it
I'm tryna hop out a phantom
Run up and my brother shoot, and one
All these niggas is my damn sons
Oh you got robbed, and what

You play with my gang and it's up nigga
Ain’t bout the money, ight
I'ma fuck with ya
Niggas be lame, I don't fuck with ’em
Stay with the gang, I'm stuck with 'em
Niggas be hating, what's up with 'em
You wasn't fuckin' with Phil back
Then, he get money
Now you wanna fuck with him
What, weirdo, I get the money, dinero
Niggas hating, I don't care though
I see your pockets, zero
It ain’t bout money then it won’t impress me
Benjamin Franklin my bestie
My pockets fat and his pockets on empty
And I don't fuck with too many

You play with my gang and it's up nigga
Ain't bout the money, ight
I'ma fuck with ya
Niggas be lame, I don't fuck with 'em
Stay with the gang, I'm stuck with 'em
Niggas be hating, what's up with 'em
You wasn't fuckin' with Phil back
Then, he get money
Now you wanna fuck with him
What, weirdo, I get the money, dinero
Niggas hating, I don't care though
I see your pockets, zero
Ain't bout money then it won't impress me
Benjamin Franklin my bestie
My pockets fat and his pockets on empty
And I don't fuck with too many