Too Much
Got this money its too much
Try to play me, you can't fool us
Different drip, no you can't suit us
Give a good pay to my shooters
Designer on me, I been styling
30 On my waist, leave you silent
Bitch I been ready for the challenge
Percs got me so high I'm losing balance
No love, no love, I show none of these bitches no love, yeah
No trust, no trust, I show none of these niggas my trust, yeah
Don't touch, don't touch, every time you see me, don't wanna touch, yeah
Don't budge, don't budge, I told my shooters they catching them slugs, yeah
7 Figures
Imma need 8 figures
Imma need 9 figures
By the time that I die, I gotta get rich nigga
Gotta get lit, nigga
All of my cribs bigger
All of my rides quicker
Audemar, wrist nigga
I do not trick niggas
All my hitters pull real triggers
As I get older
My neck and my wrist getting colder
I'm rocking some rocks like its boulders
Don't play any games, no controllers
Got this money its too much
Try to play me, you can't fool us
Different drip, no you can't suit us
Give a good pay to my shooters
Designer on me, I been styling
30 On my waist, leave you silent
Bitch I been ready for the challenge
Percs got me so high I'm losing balance
I done fell in love with the money
I done fell in love with my wrist, so sunny
Lotta people switched on me, tried to take from me
Lotta people hate on me, I just go dummy
Think its sweet? I don't got honey
Designer on me, I done bought it from Barney's
I take a stop and I hit Avianne
Expensive my jewelry, you know that I bought it
Upstairs in my villa, the story I plot it
Do it for my family
Pick up the phone, yeah I promise my granny
Don't check up on us, we got fire in the fanny
Don't catch me lackin', I don't pop no xannies
I need some millions in the bank, for sure
Sometimes I'm hoping that I don't overdose
Catching a jet, I'm going to the coast
I never gotta worry 'bout any hoes
Pipe down
Wanna see me? Gotta pipe down, yeah
Like now
Lotta bitches wanna like now, yeah
Shut down
Every city gotta shut down, yeah
Touch down
Run it up when I touch down, yeah
Got this money its too much
Try to play me, you can't fool us
Different drip, no you can't suit us
Give a good pay to my shooters
Designer on me, I been styling
30 On my waist, leave you silent
Bitch I been ready for the challenge
Percs got me so high I'm losing balance
Try to play me, you can't fool us
Different drip, no you can't suit us
Give a good pay to my shooters
Designer on me, I been styling
30 On my waist, leave you silent
Bitch I been ready for the challenge
Percs got me so high I'm losing balance
No love, no love, I show none of these bitches no love, yeah
No trust, no trust, I show none of these niggas my trust, yeah
Don't touch, don't touch, every time you see me, don't wanna touch, yeah
Don't budge, don't budge, I told my shooters they catching them slugs, yeah
7 Figures
Imma need 8 figures
Imma need 9 figures
By the time that I die, I gotta get rich nigga
Gotta get lit, nigga
All of my cribs bigger
All of my rides quicker
Audemar, wrist nigga
I do not trick niggas
All my hitters pull real triggers
As I get older
My neck and my wrist getting colder
I'm rocking some rocks like its boulders
Don't play any games, no controllers
Got this money its too much
Try to play me, you can't fool us
Different drip, no you can't suit us
Give a good pay to my shooters
Designer on me, I been styling
30 On my waist, leave you silent
Bitch I been ready for the challenge
Percs got me so high I'm losing balance
I done fell in love with the money
I done fell in love with my wrist, so sunny
Lotta people switched on me, tried to take from me
Lotta people hate on me, I just go dummy
Think its sweet? I don't got honey
Designer on me, I done bought it from Barney's
I take a stop and I hit Avianne
Expensive my jewelry, you know that I bought it
Upstairs in my villa, the story I plot it
Do it for my family
Pick up the phone, yeah I promise my granny
Don't check up on us, we got fire in the fanny
Don't catch me lackin', I don't pop no xannies
I need some millions in the bank, for sure
Sometimes I'm hoping that I don't overdose
Catching a jet, I'm going to the coast
I never gotta worry 'bout any hoes
Pipe down
Wanna see me? Gotta pipe down, yeah
Like now
Lotta bitches wanna like now, yeah
Shut down
Every city gotta shut down, yeah
Touch down
Run it up when I touch down, yeah
Got this money its too much
Try to play me, you can't fool us
Different drip, no you can't suit us
Give a good pay to my shooters
Designer on me, I been styling
30 On my waist, leave you silent
Bitch I been ready for the challenge
Percs got me so high I'm losing balance
Credits
Writer(s): Anmol Gill
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