Too Many (feat. Been Havin Bigg)

Too many bitches make them hoes fall in line Yeah, too many riches I might cash out bust down just for the time Young nigga balling I'm on my pivot I got them bags in, made a dime I fucked her one time I know that she miss it I ain't call back cause she ain't mine Yeah, I ain't even have shit Young nigga came up off a crumb In the spot with a load and a blick Nigga play with this shit; boy must be dumb Nigga worried about me Need to worry about your bitch I just upped these racks Now she stuck like some gum We pull up with sticks like a motherfucking band I just got a new AK, I slapped in a drum Yeah, swapping out the 20's I told Twin I need the blues Just dropped some racks Now that shit in, they came to the spot They can't even choose Different exotic in every bin I mix that shit up and get confused Yeah, but all this shit for the low so I can't even lose I just scale that shit up and go Yeah, I gotta get on the move Bitch I'm dripping head to toe These vv's wet just like a pool Start selling them bags; Mama didn't even know I was trapping that shit out of motherfucking school I hop on the beat, and I motherfucking flow These Niggas be cap; they can't do what I do Why these niggas they be copying They be acting tough I don't trust these niggas So when I make a play, my pistol tucked Ima stack these racks until a nigga put a 100 up Big body like a tonka truck These niggas they not one of us Yeah, pull up in that dually truck my niggas we be suited up This shit right here ain't new to us This right here been true to us These Niggas with me riding around with Glocks You play, they get to bussing Pull-up nigga pistol clutching Shoot 'em, don't do no discussion Big Glock on me right now, this bitch a 30 ball Nigga, play with me or gang I swear I'll shoot at all of y'all Nigga thought I sold his ass some perks That shit was Tylenol Getting this shit for the low You trying to tax, I'm running off Yeah, get this shit for the low you tried to tax You know I'm running I'm kicking shit with ya bitch And making plays, but I ain't punting Thinking bout how the fuck I got rich I remember the days I ain't have no money Came from nothing, now I'm having this shit Niggas trying to come around I ain't going for none Do this shit by any means I swear this shit ain't what it seem Trap all day, I got to clean From scaling shit on triple beam Sold a bag on Apple Pay, I shaked it up His ass was green Working the spot I catch a play I send that shit straight to the team Too many bitches make them hoes fall in line Yeah, too many riches I might cash out bust down just for the time Young nigga balling I'm on my pivot I got them bags in, made a dime I fucked her one time I know that she miss it I ain't call back cause she ain't mine Yeah, I ain't even have shit Young nigga came up off a crumb In the spot with a load and a blick Nigga play with this shit; boy must be dumb Nigga worried about me Need to worry about your bitch I just upped these racks Now she stuck like some gum We pull up with sticks like a motherfucking band I just got a new AK, I slapped in a drum