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[Intro: Doe B]
Karltin
Yeah, cut the beat up in my ear, just the music
Ain't never too much music, feel that sh*t
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah

[Chorus: Doe B]
I got too many hoes, I got too many foes
Too many fake ass friends, these n*ggas 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, that ain't gon let it stop me
Ain’t worried bout no n*ggas, I got too many choppas
Ain’t worried bout no b*tches, I got too many options
And money’s not a issue, ain’t never too much money

[Verse 1: Doe B]
Nah ain't never too much paper, ain’t never too much paper
That white man my best friend, can't never call me racist
Never too many haters, I need my motivation
Ain’t never too much swag dawg, never too much flavor
I got on too much ice, that’s probably why they hate me
My chain fa ya life, this for you so called takers
I keep that b*tch off safety, too many n*ggas flaky
These n*ggas all clones dawg, too many n*ggas fakin'
And most these n*ggas basic, I’m extraordinary
Them Pradas, got no laces, my watch and charm canary
And I’m a living legend, real talk I should have been buried
Aye, I’ve been through it all dawg, the streets say I’m the realest
[Chorus: Doe B]
I got too many hoes, I got too many foes
Too many fake ass friends, these n*ggas 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, that ain't gon let it stop me
Ain’t worried bout no n*ggas, I got too many choppas
Ain’t worried bout no b*tches, I got too many options
And money’s not a issue, ain’t never too much money

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Ridin' round with them shooters, rich n*ggas smoke Cubans
Fake n*gga talk about it, real n*gga go through it
We gon shoot this movie, I got a starting role, so you know me
I turnt up in Alabama, it's Rich Homies and Doe B
And we fo' deep, ridin' around, buckin' on the city police
I’m ballin on 'em cost ballin' on 'em
Ya bih wanna f*ck me for no reason
Get chopped and screwed like oh n*gga
Hell nah, b*tch I don’t know
Should’ve learned yo lesson, I ain't been connected
Yea better call them phone people
And all this sh*t I do, I swear I do for you
Them shows on the road get old, need a girl I can come home to
And I ain’t playin shawty, cause I do this on the regular
No free time, full schedule
[Chorus: Doe B]
I got too many hoes, I got too many foes
Too many fake ass friends, these n*ggas 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, that ain't gon let it stop me
Ain’t worried bout no n*ggas, I got too many choppas
Ain’t worried bout no b*tches, I got too many options
And money’s not a issue, ain’t never too much money