Lyrics:
can't sleep
Aye
Independent what momma told me
Aye
All this money in my hand I can't fold shit
Too much money on my mind I can't focus
Hit that baby like
very much to do
I said I'd be here
So come on over, come on in, come on by baby
Otis Redding makes me feel good
Dancin' in the kitchen barefoot
All
Money trees growing in my backyard
Paper flowers in my garden
I'm on a highway
Fastlane i'm pressing gas baby
Ey man a herbalist from a long time
ehh
There's a girl in my neighborhood
Everybody wants her but me want her to
But ah too much su su su su a too much watchie watchie
I'm trying
And explain all the pain that it cost him
My sixteen should've came with a coffin
Fuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune
But one thing is
hot, it's too darn hot
It's too too too too darn hot
I'd like to call on my baby tongiht
And give my all to my baby tonight
I'd like to call on my
got me a job from Henry Ford
But I made a mistake, I moved much too far
And now I know what the lonesome blues are
I'm getting lonesome, I'm getting
strength in the yeah
Uh, we gonna stretch it up,
One more shot to go
Now I'm all up on the floor
There's one thing that I know
I had to look too much
with the bakasi
You dey play all the boys you be Ribery
Eh but ah no mind
You too much you too get mouth
You fit make gentle man to shout
And your
(too much)
(Ayy, oh) it's all I want
(Hands on my arms) ohh
It's all I want (let's do too much)
(Hands on my arms)
That's all, that's all, it's
ain't with all of that loudmouth I'm quiet as kept
Might have your baby momma wire the check
Fuck all that tough talk
I want all the smoke if we gone
the road with my eyes closed
And all the paths besides.
And I know the boy who broke this fence,
And I know his brother, too.
And they'd never give me
Ay, when it's real, only money change
Too much juice (juice), too much sauce (sauce)
Too much juice (juice), too much sauce (sauce)
Too much
forgot you know hip to the hip talk
Plain j-o-b, baby
In eight hours a day, all the overtime I can get
I don't know, I guess it might be too late but
I
to constitute
What this country at times calls (yeah) their throwaway children
We seem to be approaching (come on) an age of the gross
We all have this idea
By myself, I don't got no dependency
Get you gone with a check it's a tendency
Vaeh is my twin 'cause we got too much chemistry
Uh, trust fund baby
Lump sums, baby
Got a bunch of 'em, baby
Not some money, baby
Got much money, baby
Brrp brrp, the money comin', baby
By
Cos I'm
Too much
I'm too much
Too much
Too much
I'm too much
Too much
Too much
Aww baby
Too much
Aww baby
Too much
Aww baby
Too much
Aww baby
I'm too
involved again.
Blonde hair, good-looking,
Trying to get me hooked and married
Get a home, settle down by the book.
Too much monkey business,
Too
involved again.
Blonde hair, good-looking,
Trying to get me hooked and married
Get a home, settle down by the book.
Too much monkey business,
Too
of let the window crack
Funny september and the winter's coming back
The house is unusually quiet and I'm wondering where Sabrinas at
By this time
Hhunm!
Viral Vibez
Was I There
They say I talk too much
Maybe I talk too much
No be say I know too much
Na bcos of you I dey talk too much
They say I
I got a beauty in the backyard
She doesn't look like much I know
But man you should have seen her drive
A couple years ago
We had one foot in
too much
I think Im drinking too much
Man whats in my cup
Started by rubbing her butt
Then we start sipping that bubbly
Now we in bed
Started by giving
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