Too Much Money
Too much money out here
How you niggas ain't even doin' shit
You niggas runnin' 'round here
Too much money out here
Talkin' 'bout a nigga hatin' on you
But real shit though dawg
Too much money out here
It's too much money out here to be hating
Too much money out here
Ayy, too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that shit but I don't say none (yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (ayy)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that shit but I don't say none (yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (ayy)
You know I'ma keep it 1K bruh
A hunnid? It ain't enough
You ain't real, ain't say nothin'
Who let foolie in here?
You been shootin' that toolie
Peelin', wheelin' and toolin'
I get stupid, stupid
I might keep that woolie, ayy
I just got the bag and ran through it
Got it back and threw it
All of y'all niggas know what's winning
I'm tryna watch my mans do it
He's a track star (yeah), I just ran into him
She's a fast broad (yeah), I just ran into her
He's a bastard, where's his dad goin'?
Bust his ass son, you your dad's son
That's a Nascar (ayy), watch him blast off (yeah)
That's a fast car, I hop out Jaguar
Ayy, too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that shit but I don't say none (yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (ayy)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that shit but I don't say none (yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance
Give you the fuck nigga of the year award
Y'all hatin', I'm at the clear port
Already made the money, the cake been baked
I don't know what you dissin' for
Everybody know I got 16 cars
I don't even know why you trippin' for
You already know I'm fuckin' your lady
I don't even know why you hit me for
I keep money in all four of my pockets
Fake real clean, I don't award nobody
Where I keep the bag, I don't show nobody
Pill kicked in, I got Xan' in my body
I can buy a Bugatti now, I swear I'm a savage lil' nigga, you know I don't care
I got so many clothes, don't know what I'ma wear
Only one way you 'posed to hit bae and that's bare
Hoes fuck around like TMZ
All white on me like CMG
Everyday I'm lit like PNB
Got a Benz in the yard, that's a AMG
Pick a nigga bitch on INT
Ball on your ass like CP3
Everyboy know me, don't need ID
You the police like TPD
Ayy, too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that shit but I don't say none (yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (ayy)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that shit but I don't say none (yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance
How you niggas ain't even doin' shit
You niggas runnin' 'round here
Too much money out here
Talkin' 'bout a nigga hatin' on you
But real shit though dawg
Too much money out here
It's too much money out here to be hating
Too much money out here
Ayy, too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that shit but I don't say none (yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (ayy)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that shit but I don't say none (yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (ayy)
You know I'ma keep it 1K bruh
A hunnid? It ain't enough
You ain't real, ain't say nothin'
Who let foolie in here?
You been shootin' that toolie
Peelin', wheelin' and toolin'
I get stupid, stupid
I might keep that woolie, ayy
I just got the bag and ran through it
Got it back and threw it
All of y'all niggas know what's winning
I'm tryna watch my mans do it
He's a track star (yeah), I just ran into him
She's a fast broad (yeah), I just ran into her
He's a bastard, where's his dad goin'?
Bust his ass son, you your dad's son
That's a Nascar (ayy), watch him blast off (yeah)
That's a fast car, I hop out Jaguar
Ayy, too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that shit but I don't say none (yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (ayy)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that shit but I don't say none (yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance
Give you the fuck nigga of the year award
Y'all hatin', I'm at the clear port
Already made the money, the cake been baked
I don't know what you dissin' for
Everybody know I got 16 cars
I don't even know why you trippin' for
You already know I'm fuckin' your lady
I don't even know why you hit me for
I keep money in all four of my pockets
Fake real clean, I don't award nobody
Where I keep the bag, I don't show nobody
Pill kicked in, I got Xan' in my body
I can buy a Bugatti now, I swear I'm a savage lil' nigga, you know I don't care
I got so many clothes, don't know what I'ma wear
Only one way you 'posed to hit bae and that's bare
Hoes fuck around like TMZ
All white on me like CMG
Everyday I'm lit like PNB
Got a Benz in the yard, that's a AMG
Pick a nigga bitch on INT
Ball on your ass like CP3
Everyboy know me, don't need ID
You the police like TPD
Ayy, too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that shit but I don't say none (yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (ayy)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that shit but I don't say none (yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance
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Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Bill Kapri
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