2 Many - Doe B, Rich Homie Quan

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 hustle cold

I got too many problems, man I don’t 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 auctions

And money’s not a issue, ain’t never too much money

No ain’t money but too much paper

Ain’t never too much paper

The white man my best friend, ain’t never call me racist

Never too many haters, I need my motivation

Ain’t never too much swag on me, never too much flavor

I got on too much ice, that’s probably why they hate me

My chain fo your life, this for you so called takers

I’ll keep that bitch on safety, too many niggas flaky

These niggas all clones dog, too many niggas fakin'

And all these niggas basic, I’m extraordinary

No problems, got no laces

My watch in trunk canary

And I’m a living legend, real talk

I shoulda been buried

And I’ve been through it all dog

Them streets stay on the realest

Ridin' round with them shooters

Rich niggas smoke Cuban

Fake nigga talk about it

Real nigga go through it

We goin shoot this movie

I got a starting role, so you know me

I turnt up in Alabama

It’s Rich Homie and Doe B

We fuck fiends, turn around

Buckin on the city police

I’m ballin cause brother numb, bitch wanna fuck me for no reason

Keep a choppa screw like oh nigga

Hell nah, bitch I don’t know

Should’ve learned yo lesson, man you been connected

Yea baby, call them phone people

And I’ve been shit like through

I’m swaggin' for you

Baby so on the road, get Os

Getting uh like I’m coming home too

And I ain’t playin shorty

Cause I do this on the regular

For a friend time, full schedule