Too Much – Freddie Gibbs Feat. MoneyBagg Yo lyrics

Too Much – Freddie Gibbs Feat. MoneyBagg Yo lyrics. The song is produced by IV Beats and Norva “VA” Denton. The song is released on Sep 2, 2022, on all streaming platforms.

“Too Much”

[Freddie Gibbs:]

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Kane Train, you know what I’m sayin’?

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Too much for a triple [?], real quick, you know what I’m sayin’?

Yeah, too much

Yeah, yeah

Rocks in a nigga wrist, too much (Yeah)

Forgiatos on a Bent’, too much (Yeah)

42, my nigga sip, too much (Yeah)

I done hit another nigga bitch, too much (Yeah)

Nigga got way too many enemies, they gotta be chewed up

Nigga with the monkey diamonds they never could fool us

Backstage at these shows, these hoes gon’ choose up

ATL to the Chi’, these hoes get flewed up

Michael Jackson, Michael Tyson, know a nigga gotta beat it

Hit the pussy undisputed and the head was undefeated

Once I hit another city, then the number get deleted

Hit the pussy undisputed and this pimpin’ undefeated

Got a quarter ounce of rock up in my pocket

Skrrt, skrrt, ’bout to make it work, work with the paper, nigga

Rocks in a nigga wrist, too much

Forgiatos on a Bent’, too much

42, my nigga sip, too much

I done hit another nigga bitch, too much

All this money that I got, I could never get too much

All these hoes that I got, I could never get boo’d up

Girl, 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 nigga wrist, too much

Forgiatos on a Bent’, too much

42, my nigga sip, too much

I done hit another nigga bitch, too much

All this money that I got, I could never get too much

All these hoes that I got, I could never get boo’d up

Girl, 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 if I’m breakin’ down the boat

Why you doin’ all the typin’ when we been tryna up the score?

Niggas gangsta on the brims, Cinderella on the hoe (we)

How much did the Phantom cost bag? Too much (Haha)

Driver give me dirt when I’m half too clutch

With another nigga bitch, wasn’t switchin’ two cups

All black, red inside, shit, too plush (Go)

Trappin’ in designer, blue Balenci’ with Adidas

Mama knew I was a hustler in her stomach as a fetus

I don’t back and forth

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 

Let my newer bitch pop it ’cause her ex nigga 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  with the matchin’ Richard Mille

Flyer than a eagle when I’m touchin’ down in Philly

Nickname the coupe Lil Wayne, no ceilings (Drop)

Ain’t no layin’ up, I’m just drillin’ and I’m 

Ooh, ooh, got a Rolls, skrrt-skrrt out the door with these

[Freddie Gibbs:]

Rocks in a nigga wrist, too much

Forgiatos on a Bent’, too much

42, my nigga sip, too much

I done hit another nigga bitch, too much

All this money that I got, I could never get too much

All these hoes that I got, I could never get boo’d up

Girl, these cards, I be switchin’ the shoes up

All this money that I got, I could never get too much

Rocks in a nigga wrist, too much

Forgiatos on a Bent’, too much

42, my nigga sip, too much

I done hit another nigga bitch, too much

All this money that I got, I could never get too much

All these hoes that I got, I could never get boo’d up

Girl, these cards, I be switchin’ the shoes up

All this money that I got, I could never get too much

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