Lyrics:

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, man I don't 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
No ain't money but too much paper
Ain't never too much paper
But right now my bitch Frank, ain't never call me racist
Never too many haters, I need my motivation
Ain't never too much swag on me, never too much flavor
I got on too much ice, that's probably why they hate me
My chain fo' yo life, this for you so called takers
I'll keep that bitch on safety, too many niggas flaky
These niggas all clones dogg, too many niggas fakin'
And all these niggas basic, I'm extraordinary
Them Prada's got no laces
My watch in trunk canary
And I'm a living legend,
Real talk, I shoulda been burried
Ay I been through it all dogg
Them streets say I'm the realest
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, man I don't 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
Ridin' round with them shooters
Rich niggas smoke Cuban
Fake nigga talk about it
Real nigga go through it
We goin' shoot this movie
I got a starting role, so you know me
I turnt up in Alabama
Its Rich Homie and Doe B
And we fo' deep, turn around
Buckin' on the city police
I'm ballin' em call Spalding on em, yo bitch wanna fuck me for no reason
Get chopp and screwed like oh nigga
Hell nah, bitch I don't know
Should've learned your lesson, now you disconnected
Yea better call them phone people
And all this shit I do, I swear I do for you
Them shows on the road get O's
Good girl I could come home too
And I ain't playin' shorty
'Cause I do this on the regular
No free time, full schedule
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, man I don't 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