Lyrics:

[Hook]
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

[Verse 1]
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 swagged out, never too much flavor
I got on too much ice, that’s probably why they hate me
My chain fay that life, this for you so called takers
I’ll keep that bitch on safety, too many niggas flaky
These niggas all clones dog, too many niggas fakin'
And all these niggas basic, I’m extraordinary
No problems, got no laces
My watch in trunk canary
And I’m a living legend, real talk I should have been burried
Aye, I’ve been through it all dawg, the streets say I’m the realest

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
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’re 4D, ridin' around
Buckin on the city police
I’m ballin cos brother numb, bitch wanna fuck me for no reason
Keep a choppa screw like oh nigga
Hell nah, bitch I don’t know
Should’ve learned yo lesson, man you been connected
Yea better call them phone people
And all this shit I do
I swear I do it for you
Them shows on the road get old
Get a girl like I come home too
And I ain’t playin Shawty
‘Cuz I do this on the regular
No free time, full schedule

[Hook]