Had Too lyrics

[Intro]
Reuel, stop playin' with these n*ggas

[Chorus: Lil Blade]
I ain’t never lied (No), I ain’t had to (Never)
n*gga, get up out my business, I ain’t ask you (I ain't ask you)
f*cked her and her best-friend, this what that bag do
(This what that bag do)
I ain’t trippin’ on you, baby, I done had you

[Post-Chorus: GT]
I need a mansion, I need a fast coupe
I got a bad b*tch, she gettin’ cash too
My n*gga cookin’ up knot, we call it fast-food
Come f*ck with us, show you what that cash do

[Verse 1: Lil Blade]
I ain’t drop, it’s too much money bein’ made (Too much)
If I show you what I did, you would be amazed (n*gga)
She don’t talk about her n*gga, he must be a lame (He corny)
I ain’t comin’ out the crib, unless I’m gettin’ paid (I ain't comin')
What y'all n*ggas doin’? Y'all ain’t doin’ sh*t
See my name up in her phone, then you threw a fit
Y'all like Uncle Ice, I’m more like Money Mitch
b*tch, get her off my di*k and go and get some chick
Your girl said she couldn’t wait ‘til I touched down
Whether it’s watches or the phones, they gettin’ bussed down
If I ain’t on it, then you know my n*ggas is (You know my n*ggas is)
And all that rent a rental, when I pulled up in a Benz
Hurtin’ all these lil’ n*ggas’ feelin’s, that’s a bad habit
Me and cuz made a killin’ off them addresses (What up, cuz?)
In the A, where I’m chillin’ with the baddest b*tch (The baddest)
And you stuck up at the crib, still ain’t havin’ sh*t, n*gga
[Chorus: Lil Blade]
I ain’t never lied (No), I ain’t had to (Never)
n*gga, get up out my business, I ain’t ask you (I ain't ask you)
f*cked her and her best-friend, this what that bag do
(This what that bag do)
I ain’t trippin’ on you, baby, I done had you

[Post-Chorus: GT]
I need a mansion, I need a fast coupe
I got a bad b*tch, she gettin’ cash too
My n*gga cookin’ up knot, we call it fast-food
Come f*ck with us, show you what that cash do

[Verse 2: GT]
In one day, make a $100K
And I ain’t have to touch a pill, did it off the weight
Switched rentals, now we in a different state
People switched in my face when I got some cake
For some odd reason, they think you owe ‘em some’
Same ones when I was down, they ain’t throw me nothin’
In and out of spots, hit another block
Why n*ggas worried ‘bout me? Worry ‘bout your opps
Smokin’ on some runtz, pickin’ out a crop
I might rock the off-white and do the Gucci socks
My lil’ n*gga scammed me, I f*ck with grams
I don’t do no hand-to-hands or the Instagram
The work come in, the trap finna slam
n*gga, close the curtains and watch for the van
This b*tch on fire, NBA Jam
We got a plug on a fire in the grand tent[?]
[Chorus: Lil Blade]
I ain’t never lied (No), I ain’t had to (Never)
n*gga, get up out my business, I ain’t ask you (I ain't ask you)
f*cked her and her best-friend, this what that bag do
(This what that bag do)
I ain’t trippin’ on you, baby, I done had you

[Post-Chorus: GT]
I need a mansion, I need a fast coupe
I got a bad b*tch, she gettin’ cash too
My n*gga cookin’ up knot, we call it fast-food
Come f*ck with us, show you what that cash do