2 Many (feat. Rich Homie Quan)

I got too many hoes, I got too many foes

Too many fake ass friends, these **** all clones

I got too many shows, I'm always on the road

I got on too much ice, that's why my heart so cold

I got too many problems, man I ain't don't let it stop me

Ain't worried bout no ****, I got too many choppas

Ain't worried bout no bitches, I got too many options

And money's not an issue, ain't never too much money

No ain't never too much paper

Ain't never too much paper

But right now my bitch Frank, ain't never call me racist

Never too many haters, I need my motivation

Ain't never too much swag on me, never too much flavor

I got on too much ice, that probably why they hate me

My chain fo' yo life, this for you so called takers

I'll keep that bitch on safety, too many **** flaky

These **** all clones dog, too many **** fakin'

And all these **** basic, I'm extraordinary

Them Prada's got no laces

My watch in truck canary

And I'm a living legend

Real talk, I shoulda been burried

Ay I been through it all, dog

Them streets say I'm the realest

I got too many hoes, I got too many foes

Too many fake ass friends, these **** all clones

I got too many shows, I'm always on the road

I got on too much ice, that's why my heart so cold

I got too many problems, man I ain't gon' let it stop me

Ain't worried bout no ****, I got too many choppas

Ain't worried bout no bitches, I got too many options

And money's not an issue, ain't never too much money

Ridin' round with them shooters

Rich **** smoke Cuban

Fake **** talk about it

Real **** go through it

We goin' shoot the movie

I got a starting role, so you know me

I turnt up in Alabama

Its Rich Homie and Doe B

And we fo' deep, turn around

Buckin' on the city police

I'm ballin' 'em call Spaulding on 'em

Yo' bitch wanna fuck me for no reason

Get chop and screwed like oh ****

Hell nah, bitch I don't know

Should've learned your lesson, now you disconnected

Yea better call them phone people

And all this shit I do, I swear I do for you

Them shows on the road get O's

Good girl I could come home too

And I ain't playin' shorty

'Cause I do this on the regular

No free time, full schedule

I got too many hoes, I got too many foes

Too many fake ass friends, these **** all clones

I got too many shows, I'm always on the road

I got on too much ice, that's why my heart so cold

I got too many problems, man I don't let it stop me

Ain't worried bout no ****, I got too many choppas

Ain't worried bout no bitches, I got too many options

And money's not an issue, ain't never too much money