- Too Much (feat. Moneybagg Yo) 歌词 Moneybagg Yo Freddie Gibbs
- 歌词
- 专辑列表
- 歌手介绍
- Freddie Gibbs Too Much (feat. Moneybagg Yo) 歌词
- Moneybagg Yo Freddie Gibbs
- Yeah, yeah-yeah
Kane Train, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Too much for a triple, 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 up
Nigga with the money diamonds could never us
Backstage at these shows, these hoes gon' choose up
ATL to the Chi', these hoes get flewed up
Michael Jackson Michael a nigga gotta beat it
Hit thе pussy undisputed undefeatеd
Once I hit another city, then the number get deleted
This please [?]
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 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
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 felon cost bag? Too much (Haha)
Driver give me dirt when I'm
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'm feelin' Lil Keisha
First I take a sip of potion then I trace it with exotic
Can you call out all the haters? I can't see
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 [?] Wayne no ceilings
Ain't no layin' up, I'm just drillin'
Ooh, ooh, got a Rolls, skrrt-skrrt out the door with these
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
|
|
