Too Many

Lyrics

[Intro] Flea! [Chorus] You play with my gang and it's up nigga Ain't bout the money, ight, I'ma fuck with ya Niggas be lame, I don't fuck with 'em Stay with the gang, I'm stuck with 'em Niggas be hating, what's up with 'em You wasn't fuckin' with Phil back then, he get money, now you wanna fuck with him What, weirdo, I get the money, dinero Niggas hating, I don't care though I see your pockets, zero It ain't bout money then it won't impress me, Benjamin Franklin my bestie My pockets fat and his pockets on empty, and I don't fuck with too many [Verse] Retarded, niggas say I go retarded Run up on me, you retarded Bro got the choppa and park it I got a lot on my mental I was posted in the darkness I had to run up a bag, wait I ain't really have an option Ain't bout money, what you talkin' for I ran it up, what you walkin' for Talkin' money, okay, talk some more Said he want smoke, oh, sure How you want beef, you poor And you in love, with a whore She eat the dick, like s'mores I'm with the gang like we going on tour Got on my flight and I landed in-, wait I ain't even land yet I need a damn check You is a lame, I stamped it I just lost count, damn it I'm tryna hop out a phantom Run up and my brother shoot, and one All these niggas is my damn sons Oh you got robbed, and what [Chorus] You play with my gang and it's up nigga Ain't bout the money, ight, I'ma fuck with ya Niggas be lame, I don't fuck with 'em Stay with the gang, I'm stuck with 'em Niggas be hating, what's up with 'em You wasn't fuckin' with Phil back then, he get money, now you wanna fuck with him What, weirdo, I get the money, dinero Niggas hating, I don't care though I see your pockets, zero Ain't bout money then it won't impress me, Benjamin Franklin my bestie My pockets fat and his pockets on empty, and I don't fuck with too many