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