Too Much (feat. Moneybagg Yo) (Explicit) - Freddie Gibbs/Moneybagg Yo
Lyrics by：Freddie Gibbs/Demario White Jr./Eldra Debarge
Composed by：Ben Lambert/Norva Denton
Freddie Gibbs：
Yeah yeah-yeah
Kane Train you know what I'm sayin'
A n***a out here you know me
N***a yeah-yeah
Too much for these n***as
I need somethin' real quick you know what I'm sayin'
Doin' too much
East Side
Yeah yeah
Rocks in a n***a wrist too much
Yeah
Forgiatos on a Bent' too much
Yeah yeah
'42 a n***a sip too much
Yeah
I done hit another n***a b***h too much
Yeah yeah
I got way too many enemies they gotta be chewed up
N***a with the monkey diamonds they never could fool us
Yeah yeah
Backstage at the shows these h*es gon' choose up
Yeah
ATL to the Chi' these h*es get flewed up
Yeah yeah
Michael Jackson might go Tyson know a n***a gotta beat it
Yeah
If the p***y undisputed then the head was undefeated
Yeah
Once I hit another city then the number get deleted
Yeah
Hit the p***y undisputed and this pimpin' undefeated
Yeah
Once I seen the ho in person knew the b***h was overrated
Ugh
Knew the s**t 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
Skrrt skrrt 'bout to make it work work with the paper n***a
Rocks in a n***a wrist too much
Forgiatos on a Bent' too much
'42 a n***a sip too much
I done hit another n***a b***h too much
All this money that I got I could never get too much
All these h*es 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 n***a wrist too much
Forgiatos on a Bent' too much
'42 my n***a sip too much
I done hit another n***a b***h too much
All this money that I got I could never get too much
All these h*es 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
Moneybagg Yo：
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
N***as 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 n***a b***h wasn't switchin' two cups
All black red inside s**t 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 newer b***h pop it 'cause her ex-n***a 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 bust down 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
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
Freddie Gibbs：
Rocks in a n***a wrist too much
Forgiatos on a Bent' too much
'42 a n***a sip too much
I done hit another n***a b***h too much
All this money that I got I could never get too much
All these h*es 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 n***a wrist too much
Forgiatos on a Bent' too much
'42 my n***a sip too much
I done hit another n***a b***h too much
All this money that I got I could never get too much
All these h*es 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