Too Much Money

Lyrics

[Intro: Plies, Kodak Black] (Too much money out here) How you niggas ain't even doin' shit? You niggas runnin' 'round here (Too much money out here) Talkin' 'bout a nigga hatin' on you But real shit though dawg (Too much money out here) It's too much money out here to be hating (Too much money out here) [Chorus: Kodak Black] Ayy, too much money out here Too much money out here to be hating (Yeah) Peep but I don't speak I see that shit but I don't say none (Yeah) Come through with that ray Come through, come through with that ray gun (Yeah) Creed cologne, baby You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (Ayy) Too much money out here Too much money out here to be hating (Yeah) Peep but I don't speak I see that shit but I don't say none (Yeah) Come through with that ray Come through, come through with that ray gun (Yeah) Creed cologne, baby You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (Ayy) [Verse 1: Kodak Black] You know I'ma keep it 1K bruh A hunnid? It ain't enough You ain't real, ain't say nothin' Who let foolie in here? You been shootin' that toolie Peelin', wheelin' and toolin' I get stupid, stupid I might keep that woolie, ayy I just got the bag and ran through it Got it back and threw it All of y'all niggas know what's winning I'm tryna watch my mans do it He's a track star (Yeah), I just ran into him She's a fast broad (Yeah), I just ran into her He's a bastard, where's his dad gone'? Bust his ass son, you your dad's son That's a Nascar (Ayy), watch him blast off (Yeah) That's a fast car, I hop out Jaguar [Chorus: Kodak Black] Ayy, too much money out here Too much money out here to be hating (Yeah) Peep but I don't speak I see that shit but I don't say none (Yeah) Come through with that ray Come through, come through with that ray gun (Yeah) Creed cologne, baby You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (Ayy) Too much money out here Too much money out here to be hating (Yeah) Peep but I don't speak I see that shit but I don't say none (Yeah) Come through with that ray Come through, come through with that ray gun (Yeah) Creed cologne, baby You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance [Verse 2: Plies] Give you the fuck nigga of the year award Y'all hatin', I'm at the clear port Already made the money, the cake been baked I don't know what you dissin' for Everybody know I got sixteen cars I don't even know why you trippin' for You already know I'm fuckin' your lady I don't even know why you hit me for I keep money in all four of my pockets Fake real clean, I don't award nobody Where I keep the bag, I don't show nobody Pill kicked in, I got Xan' in my body I can buy a Bugatti now, I swear I'm a savage lil' nigga, you know I don't care I got so many clothes, don't know what I'ma wear Only one way you 'posed to hit bae and that's bare Hoes fuck around like TMZ All white on me like CMG Everyday I'm lit like PNB Got a Benz in the yard, that's a AMG Pick a nigga bitch on INT Ball on your ass like CP3 Everyboy know me, don't need ID You the police like TPD [Chorus: Kodak Black] Ayy, too much money out here Too much money out here to be hating (Yeah) Peep but I don't speak I see that shit but I don't say none (Yeah) Come through with that ray Come through, come through with that ray gun (Yeah) Creed cologne, baby You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (Ayy) Too much money out here Too much money out here to be hating (Yeah) Peep but I don't speak I see that shit but I don't say none (Yeah) Come through with that ray Come through, come through with that ray gun (Yeah) Creed cologne, baby You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance