[Intro: Doe B]

Karltin

Yeah, cut the beat up in my ear, just the music

Ain't never too much music, feel that shit

Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah

[Chorus: Doe B]

I got too many hoes, I got too many foes

Too many fake ass friends, these niggas all clones

I got too many shows, I’m always on the road

I got on too much ice, that’s why my heart so cold

I got too many problems, that ain't gon let it stop me

Ain’t worried bout no niggas, I got too many choppas

Ain’t worried bout no bitches, I got too many options

And money’s not a issue, ain’t never too much money

[Verse 1: Doe B]

Nah ain't never too much paper, ain’t never too much paper

That white man my best friend, can't never call me racist

Never too many haters, I need my motivation

Ain’t never too much swag dawg, never too much flavor

I got on too much ice, that’s probably why they hate me

My chain fa ya life, this for you so called takers

I keep that bitch off safety, too many niggas flaky

These niggas all clones dawg, too many niggas fakin'

And most these niggas basic, I’m extraordinary

Them Pradas, got no laces, my watch and charm canary

And I’m a living legend, real talk I should have been buried

Aye, I’ve been through it all dawg, the streets say I’m the realest

[Chorus: Doe B]

I got too many hoes, I got too many foes

Too many fake ass friends, these niggas all clones

I got too many shows, I’m always on the road

I got on too much ice, that’s why my heart so cold

I got too many problems, that ain't gon let it stop me

Ain’t worried bout no niggas, I got too many choppas

Ain’t worried bout no bitches, I got too many options

And money’s not a issue, ain’t never too much money

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]

Ridin' round with them shooters, rich niggas smoke Cubans

Fake nigga talk about it, real nigga go through it

We gon shoot this movie, I got a starting role, so you know me

I turnt up in Alabama, it's Rich Homies and Doe B

And we fo' deep, ridin' around, buckin' on the city police

I’m ballin on 'em cost ballin' on 'em

Ya bih wanna fuck me for no reason

Get chopped and screwed like oh nigga

Hell nah, bitch I don’t know

Should’ve learned yo lesson, I ain't been connected

Yea better call them phone people

And all this shit I do, I swear I do for you

Them shows on the road get old, need a girl I can come home to

And I ain’t playin shawty, cause I do this on the regular

No free time, full schedule

[Chorus: Doe B]

I got too many hoes, I got too many foes

Too many fake ass friends, these niggas all clones

I got too many shows, I’m always on the road

I got on too much ice, that’s why my heart so cold

I got too many problems, that ain't gon let it stop me

Ain’t worried bout no niggas, I got too many choppas

Ain’t worried bout no bitches, I got too many options

And money’s not a issue, ain’t never too much money