Two lyrics

[Chorus: Co Cash]
I got too many models on the runway waiting in line
I had too many dollars way before I ever signed
I got too many sparkles on my watch, can't see the time
I got too many choppers, got a problem, send them flying
Too many n*ggas that watch me, sit back and copy, but can't pop the sh*t like I pop it
Too many b*tches running in and out of the spot [?] dropping
Too many racks in my pocket, I filled up all the racks in my closet
Way too many [?]
Too many deposits [?]

[Verse 1: Co Cash]
I got two b*tches in the two-door with me
When people see me, they say kudos
First I go lie to one then I go lie to the other like b*tch I ain't f*cking with you though
I got one on the xanniе, and one on the perc, so it bе like we f*cking on Pluto
I don't want your lil' friend, my di*k a lil' boogie, but she can go suck on the crew though
Get my rocks off, tell them kick rocks
Can you spend the night? b*tch, I think not
[?] on my wrist, baby big rocks
Oh you takin too long, b*tch tick tock
Jeans look a little tight, but I got big gwop
No more room in my pockets so hope they don't pop
I'm a little bitty n*gga with a big Glock
Play like a basketball, then he get shot
Every time they see a n*gga, he be in a different whip
Ain't no telling what I'm pulling up in
Last time I seen lil' homie, think he pulled up in a Bent
Today it was a big [?] Benze
Gold karats on his neck, gold karats on his fingers
Gold karats on his [?] lense
Big ol' diamonds on my mama, big ol' diamonds on my b*tch, big ol' diamonds on my motherf*ckin friends
[Chorus: Co Cash]
I got too many models on the runway waiting in line
I had too many dollars way before I ever signed
I got too many sparkles on my watch, can't see the time
I got too many choppers, got a problem, send them flying
Too many n*ggas that watch me, sit back and copy, but can't pop the sh*t like I pop it
Too many b*tches running in and out of the spot [?] dropping
Too many racks in my pocket, I filled up all the racks in my closet
Way too many [?]
Too many deposits [?]

[Verse 2: BlocBoy JB]
Probably got too many
Smoke a n*gga like too many
[?] fat, can't do skinny
Briefcase full of [?] no [?]
[?]
Two shows, two [?]
But at the end of the day, they sold
[?] a n*gga I need more
Tell him where to meet me [?] at the store
Ice on my wrist and my necklace
[?] sh*t
[?] messages
[?] now we poppin' like [?]
We took his soul like an exersist
[?] ain't gotta flex with it
[?]
[?]
[Chorus: Co Cash]
I got too many models on the runway waiting in line
I had too many dollars way before I ever signed
I got too many sparkles on my watch, can't see the time
I got too many choppers, got a problem, send them flying
Too many n*ggas that watch me, sit back and copy, but can't pop the sh*t like I pop it
Too many b*tches running in and out of the spot [?] dropping
Too many racks in my pocket, I filled up all the racks in my closet
Way too many [?]
Too many deposits [?]