Too Heavy lyrics

[Intro]
Jamil
(Uh, mob, mob)
Uh, mob, mob, mob
Turn me up Juu

[Verse]
Now I can f*ck who I want, uh
b*tches be calling me asking
She acting, she talk like a thot
But I fell in love with her passion
I told her whenever I f*ck her we go to toe-to-toe
You could say that we dancing
Break in his house and come down the chiminey
I had to come in that b*tch like a bandit
Get in the 'Vette I’ll f*ck around and crash it
Had a party with two b*tches making her petty
I'm getting dope while I'm smackin' that fetti
Explode on her face like some f*cking confеtti
If you gon' diss me then why you ain't at me?
Evеn out Cali' I gotta stay heavy
Never let any b*tch come in my telly
I'm in the hills getting ate up in Beverly
Spin on this b*tch man I pray they don't tell on me
She took a xan now she in her element
They think I'm still on them percs, and I'm lettin' them
Keep on talking, that sh*t I ain't sweatin' it
We in the whip and she get on her bullsh*t
Don't even hit her, just let her suck di*k
Marvelous top make me f*ck her a lil' bit
The sh*t that I'm going through making me lose it
Uh-uh, I should've knew from the sh*t she was on
Why was I f*cking a groupie, uh
I'm getting rich and ain't buying her sh*t
I leave the b*tch in a hooptie
Go get the money when I feel moody
If you want me dead n*gga come try and do it
I'm on the block I'm an entrepreneur
Show me respect 'fore I open this sewer
Think it's a joke and I'm making 'em jump in
Bro in the pin say he just wanna win
Them lawyer fees coming in they getting sent
I helped you again so don't do it again
I'm still with everything that you wit'
We argue about money but not about a b*tch
He lack with his head down give him a lift
Went through and got knicked and he didn't even hit mob
Plenty new money and plenty new missions
She say di*k in French like she just want a kiss
I got on my sh*t 'cause my time was tickin'
We went on a lick and bra died 'cause he missed me
I was the youngin' finessin' the system
But kept going back 'cause I just wouldn't listen
My name in the Bible and yes I'm a Christian
I come how I want and this sh*t be consistent
Big on big I gotta go bigger
n*ggas, they only foolin' these b*tches
That money got my artillery bigger
My heart in that money it's not in these n*ggas
Uh, but that don't mean I'm against 'em
Give 'em a cut if he try me I temp him
One to his stomach and one to his temple
He hit me too but he gone and I'm livin'
I got a demonic temper
Don't f*ck with the law nobody snitchin'
I'm in the truck that go over 200
What I got on me a whole damn hundred
If you buy a load then I’ll front you a bundle
Let her eat di*k but don't tell her you love her
I should've based the b*tch off her mother
Worried about money, you only on f*cking
Uh, broke ass b*tch got 200 budget
And if I'm wrong, it's only 300
That won't last long, that sh*t ain't no money
Just counted a dub in hundreds and twenties
Uh, uh, just got a new check for 120
This scam ass n*gga just started getting money
I'm gettin' corporate and popular money
Uh, mob, mob
They caught that Jordan, aye
Uh, mob, mob, (I’m gettin corporate and popular money)
Uh, uh, mob, mob
Uh, uh, mob, mob