Ain't no lacking can't go out like that I just went matte black on the rarri with the fire to match I had to let that bitch go She was getting too attached Posted up at the citgo & We having stupid racks They don't like me cuz I'm having it I gotta keep a choppa in the cabinet I know they telling I know they be ratting it Stealing my flow now I gotta patek it When it comes to these racks man I'm too passionate Put that shit on That shit like 50 I flooded my charm I put my bitch in Louis Vuitton Kap G el jefe they know I'm a don Y'all ain't getting no money y'all just hating too much He finessed you for the bag you paid too much All the drip so loud ion say too much She a bad bitch yea get away too much Yea I hit it from the back say I play too much All the old heads say I made too much I got the rollie plain Jane & got the other AP bust Y'all got too much time to be hating on us Y'all do too much Lying y'all know y'all wanna be us Got too much rollies Got too much diamonds Got too much racks I got too much on me I know they hate me say my head got big I guess I made too much Keep your ears & eyes open shawty neva say too much In the hood where shit get slimy you know that'll get you touched Say I'm looking like the plug I got my neck & rollie bust Told em chill they do too much My youngins wild they love the rush They keep it clutch but keep it hush Keep it playa can't love no slut If I'm a dog then she a mut Don't get too comfortable you just a nut Money stacking to the ceiling can't go back to what it was Run that shit up from the floor Stack it tall then get some more Feel like 50 and the green light gang cuz all I know is go Smash the pedal to the floor this choppa go fafafa Turned that boi into a caveman introducted him to that fire I got too much motion But still got no emotions This cup got too much potion These diamonds wet like oceans I'm having too much fun Just flexin on these haters I feel like Micheal Scott I'm having too much paper (on god) Y'all ain't getting no money y'all just hating too much He finessed you for the bag you paid too much All the drip so loud ion say too much She a bad bitch yea get away too much Yea I hit it from the back say I play too much All the old heads say I made too much I got the rollie plain Jane & got the other AP bust Y'all got too much time to be hating on us Y'all do too much Lying y'all know y'all wanna be us Got too much rollies Got too much diamonds Got too much racks I got too much on me Got too much shit on me Got too much shit on me Ion fuck w no phonies No them boys not my homies Always aim at the glory Hustle first in the morning These bitches calling me they horny (yea) Ain't got time for hoeing Always strapped with a 40 I keep on going & going it won't stop yea Ima make it to the top Make it to the top Remember my momma she telling me my boy you need to stop You need to stop You need to stop (Remember my momma she telling me my boy You need to stop) Got too much shit on my head I'm getting closer to that bag Getting that ice on my neck