Too Much
On my own in this shit
I done been alone but I made it out the
It didn't take a lot for me to get over this bitch
All them niggas hated but this shit don't ever switch
All them niggas hated but this shit don't ever
Mixing up the Louie with the Alexander Wang
Put her in Benz, could've put her in a Range
Mixing 42 ain't no chase for the pain
Yeah, but I don't change, yeah
Cutting through the traffic trying to get out of the way
I ain't never worried what them niggas gotta say
My brother he done died trying to get over the pain
I don't write the checks so my secretary paid
Too much
(I don't really gotta say)
Too much
(And you know I'm really paid)
Too much
(I don't really gotta say)
Too much
Something
You make me feel something
Girl don't trust nobody
You got me going crazy, you
Yeah, say something
You making me feel something
Girl don't trust nobody
For me, for me
Cutting through the traffic trying to get out of the way
I ain't never worried what them niggas gotta say
My brother he done died trying to get over the pain
I don't write the checks so my secretary paid
Too much
(I don't really gotta say)
Too much
(And you know I'm really paid)
Too much
(I don't really gotta say)
Too much
I done been alone but I made it out the
It didn't take a lot for me to get over this bitch
All them niggas hated but this shit don't ever switch
All them niggas hated but this shit don't ever
Mixing up the Louie with the Alexander Wang
Put her in Benz, could've put her in a Range
Mixing 42 ain't no chase for the pain
Yeah, but I don't change, yeah
Cutting through the traffic trying to get out of the way
I ain't never worried what them niggas gotta say
My brother he done died trying to get over the pain
I don't write the checks so my secretary paid
Too much
(I don't really gotta say)
Too much
(And you know I'm really paid)
Too much
(I don't really gotta say)
Too much
Something
You make me feel something
Girl don't trust nobody
You got me going crazy, you
Yeah, say something
You making me feel something
Girl don't trust nobody
For me, for me
Cutting through the traffic trying to get out of the way
I ain't never worried what them niggas gotta say
My brother he done died trying to get over the pain
I don't write the checks so my secretary paid
Too much
(I don't really gotta say)
Too much
(And you know I'm really paid)
Too much
(I don't really gotta say)
Too much
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