2 Many

Lyrics

[Intro: Doe B] Karltin Yeah, cut the beat up in my ear, just the music Ain't never too much music, feel that shit 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 niggas 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 niggas, I got too many choppas Ain't worried bout no bitches, 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 bitch off safety, too many niggas flaky These niggas all clones dawg, too many niggas fakin' And most these niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas, I got too many choppas Ain't worried bout no bitches, 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 niggas smoke Cubans Fake nigga talk about it, real nigga 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 fuck me for no reason Get chopped and screwed like oh nigga Hell nah, bitch I don't know Should've learned yo lesson, I ain't been connected Yea better call them phone people And all this shit 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 niggas 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 niggas, I got too many choppas Ain't worried bout no bitches, I got too many options And money's not a issue, ain't never too much money