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