Too Much

(アルバム： 88 Birdz - 2018)

I got too much money I got too much
I got hella choppers, I got way too many shooters
One phone call have them young niggas pull up
Standing over the stove while my young niggas cook up
[?] ain't got no guap, up this knot, take his spot
I step out in Saint Laurent
I step out I take the chopper
Pull up in that drop then I pull off getting top
Bitch I'm hot
Bitch you're not

Bitch you're not, you can't have my spot
Told you I was hot, but not hot as my Glock
Niggas mad I got rich that's why I got chopsticks
Wonder why the opps diss, cause they niggas got fit
All that sneak dissing, they hitting all of my mentions
No I can't pay them no mind they can't afford attention
He broke he can't afford attention he can't afford these bitches
Why you keep hanging around them niggas?
You know them boys are snitching
You know them boys is bitches
They don't be toting extensions
Hop in a 'Rari and I whip it
Slide in your car and I flip it
Hop in 'Rari, hop in a ghost
Run up on me and get turned to a ghost
I be that youngin from nose
Pulling up to his shows with all these shooters and poles

I got too much money I got too much
I got hella choppers, I got way too many shooters
One phone call have them young niggas pull up
Standing over the stove while my young niggas cook up
[?] ain't got no guap, up this knot, take his spot
I step out in Saint Laurent
I step out I take the chopper
Pull up in that drop then I pull off getting top
Bitch I'm hot
Bitch you're not

[?] that Tommy cause I'm hot
Foreign in the parking lot
You think you gone take my guap?
[?] blood on my Saint Laurent's
Watch me pull up on his block
That's when all that faking stop
I just robbed him for his knot
I ran off like thanks a lot
No he ain't getting back
All of these niggas is wack
They be talking bout this and that, but they ain't talking bout racks
Hold on
Run up in his trap, through the front and back
He don; t give it up hit him with the Mac
Free my young nigga [?] with the Mac
Fourteen years he'll be right back
Drip, sauce, splash they don't like that
You punch me, bullets fight back
Know you want go to your hood and light that
I heard nobody got hit, come right back
I told you niggas we don't give not one fuck
Pull up on you we a shoot you the fuck up
Dare a lil nigga touch us
Dare a nigga say fuck us

I got too much money I got too much
I got hella choppers, I got way too many shooters
One phone call have them young niggas pull up
Standing over the stove while my young niggas cook up
[?] ain't got no guap, up this knot, take his spot
I step out in Saint Laurent
I step out I take the chopper
Pull up in that drop then I pull off getting top
Bitch I'm hot
Bitch you're not