Too Much

[Intro] Evil G Think It's A Game She gon love me tomorrow, bitch gon love me tomorrow Ooohh, oooohhh [Chorus: YFN Lucci] Too much on a nigga mind Too much money in the safe Too many straps in the ride Too much hate gotta play it safe Too much hoes too much pride Too much strength to be tired (yeah) Too much strength to be tired Too much Ace, too many bottles can't feel my face Too many lies told to my face, too many times (uh huh) Too many times all too much pain nothing side too much came at one time [Verse 1: YFN Lucci] Feelin' like my luck fucked up Shit I ain't had much Shit I been thinkin' bout them times when I ain't have none Lately I been thinking bout the grind you know that had much Due with my success shit I got a whole lot on my chest shit Plus a lot of jewels on it, your bitch tryna lay her head on me I ain't even gotta say it homie I got the type of money you can smell on me Ridin' round in the V12 screamin' "Fuck 12" I got the twelve on me Gauge nigga, we was broke but we prayed nigga Too much came I had to save nigga Couldn't came on this, gotta change wit some grown ass man If we don't then we never gon win, can't be scared to lose you never gon win Ran it up went and bought a Benz, now my house a pent, you can get lost up in it and my office bigger than the house you in (in the house you in) Off of rent, young nigga ball like J Kidd Plus I done did it all shit you never did And it too much worked out I couldn't never get it out man nah man [Chorus: YFN Lucci] Too much on a nigga mind Too much money in the safe Too many straps in the ride All this hate I gotta play it safe Too much hoes too much pride Too much strength to be tired (yeah hey) Too much strength to be tired (yeah hey) Too much Ace, too many bottles can't feel my face Too many lies told to my face, too many times (uh huh) Too many times all too much pain nothin' 'side too much came at one time [Verse 2: Wale] I got my wallet on me, both eyes on you And Ima prolly OD, spend a little time on you I got too much sauce for too many these hoes Somewhere in Georgia bout to get me hoes I'm in a jag and wit Lucci rockin' that Gucci bomber that ain't at these stores Too much too much, too much on my mind We don't boo love we do what's next stack grind Too much hoes bring too much hate Just got twenty two that ain't too much weight Too much clout around my way YFN around my way Too many hoes got my name tatted, I should have a offseason bitch too much game Wale [Chorus: YFN Lucci] Too much on a nigga mind Too much money in the safe Too many straps in the ride All this hate I gotta play it safe Too much hoes too much pride Too much strength to be tired (yeah hey) Too much strength to be tired Too much Ace, too many bottles can't feel my face Too many lies told to my face, too many times (uh huh) Too many times all too much pain nothin' 'side too much came at one time