Too Much

[Intro:] Shawty Fresh (Shawty Fresh) [Chorus:] Can't get involved too deeply (nothing too serious) Can't set myself up for letdowns (letdowns) Get on them bars get sleepy (sleep) Grab a little bitch and go lay it down (lay it down) Can't even remember my weekend (can’t even remember) Barely can get up the next day (the next day) All I know that I still gettin' paid (gettin’ one) Chain on the floor by my Michael J's (all I know) Couple little bitches was ready (ready) Chopper on side of me ready (ready) When in the hell they be ready (ready) Did you not think I was ready (ready) I just told Ray that she ready Got it goin push it on out to the block Got it goin push it on out to the streets Whatever do it heavy young n*gga be ready [Verse 1:] We be like bitch I gotta get a 100 P's 100 P's I gotta get em Give a fuck what my n*ggas em done did cuz wrong or right n*gga ridin with em 24/7 riding with each other bitch, riding with each other We can afford some problems I can afford some problems Be the one I'll lay it down Bad bitches I just lay em down No emotions I can't play around Power gone I made my way around Through the city money gotta get it Francis was out shooting dice with me My bitch she wanted me home with her Textin and talkin on phones with her I fuck witcha, but the way a n*gga fuck witcha Make it seem like I don't fuck witcha I don't hit your phone all the time You say it make you feel like you ain't on my mind How the fuck is you ain't on my mind When I just went and helped you go and flip a dime Why the fuck are these bitches ungrateful Must be doing something under the table [Chorus] [Verse 2:] You gotta be ready fool You gotta be ready whatever time it is Whatever day nigga I don't give a fuck Man you gotta be ready You gotta be ready bitch You gotta be ready Miss Lady that's if you feel I disrespected you callin you bitch chill You’ll still be my bitch for real (Bitch chill you on that extra shit) Cuz if i'm fuckin witcha then I call you that N*gga be talking crazy like they'll kill somebody Boy you ain't got the balls for that I fuck with young n*ggas, fuck with real n*ggas Like DTB like black I fuck with plenty bitches but I still won't fuck her if that shit ain't wet Every time a n*gga get that pack Go to Mom's house give her them racks Swear to God my life here facts Yea I fuck witcha but can't get attached That money callin me I hear it say Trouble come get me don't never relax [Chorus] [Outro:] N*gga you ain't high….n*gga we high! Shawty Fresh Get this bitch ready