Too Much Money

Motherfucker scared they dead
Other words that I don’t even know
Cause I ain’t came up with yet nigga
Dumb
Dumb nigga
Aight y’all go head and get my CD nigga
I just dropped that bitch last Tuesday
Too much money I need a counter
Or an accountant to help me count it
Just like a duffel I’m in my bag
Thumbing through 20's be hurting' my hands
I don’t do beef too busy goin ham
On the way to the A I stopped in Birmingham
Chiefin on grade A with the plug
He gave me extra stay showin love
I’m on the Gram forever showin love
Where would I be if Luv didn’t find me
Wher would I be if I didn’t befriend Body
I got thse niggas mad Im ridin shotty
I’m sportin new releases no endorsements
Girl Scout Cookies got a nigga focused
I’ma inhale and take off to Pluto
I’ma inhale and take off to Jupiter
All my money sequential
Blue strips on the hunnids
10 toes yeah I’m runnin
Usain to the money
Getting too much money
Countin too much money
Big Ben on them moneys
All my money sequential
Blue strips on the hunnids
10 toes yeah Im runnin
Usain to the money
Getting too much money
Countin too much money
Big Ben on them moneys
Used to be runner up had to run my money up
Used to be overdraft now I got a hunnid up
Walk in establishments like it and cop it up
Don’t have a marketing scheme I just drop shit
Can’t play both sides I don’t do opp shit
Two pre rolls and some Thrax and exotic
Reek fruity pebbles walkin out the mall lobby
Goin up on the Gram just to see who really watching
Bitch I sit in the trap like a lump on a log
Wait on a knock or I wait on a call
That baby cutter can go through the wall
I made a 9 piece from a ball
Baking soda and a minotaur
He got fentanyl I can’t fuck with y’all
Bout 80 bands in a uhaul
I do pull ups and drop offs
I get that money like Mitch
If I got a Glock its gone come with a stick
We get this shit out the brick
Won’t fall out bout money or over no bitch
If it’s 20 or better bitch I’m bout my cheddar
You know that I’m taking a risk
If this rappin don’t work then it’s back to the trap
Bitch you know I’ma fool with my wrist
I be jumpin out the gym
A team full of steppers who shoot for the rim
They dirty walkin in some Timbs
Got red on on the bottom for steppin on him
I’m bout my dead dividends
When it come to that money
Like sauce Ima win
Got Teflon for the skin
Play with that gang
And you know we gone spin
Too much money I need a counter
Or an accountant to help me count it
Just like a duffel I’m in my bag
Thumbing through 20's be hurting my hands
I don’t do beef too busy goin ham
On the way to the A I stopped in Birmingham
Chiefin on grade A with the plug
He gave me extra stakes showin love
I’m on the gram forever showin love
Where would I be if Luv didn’t find me
Where would I be if I didn’t befriend Body
I got these niggas mad Im ridin shotty
Im sportin new releases no endorsements
Girl Scout Cookies got a nigga focused
Ima inhale and take off to Pluto