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