TOO MUCH lyrics

[Intro]
(Young Rich Squad)
Aight, yeah
I think I be countin' bread too much
Yeah (Yeah), look, haha

[Verse]
I think I be countin' bread too much
Double choppas make him double dutch, haha
I just got here, what the f*ck is up? Yeah
b*tch, what's popping , Let's roll up a blunt, yeah
n*ggas hatin', boy just chase a bag
Represent the Puerto Rican flag, (Boricua) haha
f*ck her throat, I make your shorty gag, ha
I hit Gucci, never check a tag
I love money, that's a fact, uh-huh, haha
She a baddie, make it clap, uh-huh, yeah
b*tch, I'm 'bout it, I don't act, uh, uh, yeah
Pistol make him heart attack, uh, uh
I've been rockin' Yves Saint Laurent, yeah
Can't pronounce it, always say it wrong, yeah
Call me Trap, I'm smokin' on some strong, yeah
Flip a pack, I got the birdies gone, huh, ayy
Yeah b*tch, I get them bands, uh
I get—, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I count dividends, yeah, mm, yeah
You can't see my lens, uh
I see through the glass, uh
You see through the fence, uh, sh*t, uh
n*ggas on defense
Why you so defensive? (b*tch)
But you just offensive (What?)
I just had to throw the VVS' on my necklace
Ask the other opps, you pus*y boys do not wanna test us, yeah
[Outro]
b*tch, Trap