TOO MUCH - Joey Trap

Aight, yeah

I think I be countin' bread too much

Yeah (Yeah), look, haha

I think I be countin' bread too much

Bambo choppas make him double dutch, haha

I just got here, what the fuck is up?

Yeah

Bitch, what’s popping?

Let’s roll up a blunt, yeah

Niggas hatin', but just chase a bag

Represent the Puerto Rican flag, haha

Fuck your daughter, I make your shorty gag, ha

I hit Gucci, never check a tag

I love money, that’s a fact, uh-huh, haha

She a baddie, make it clap, uh-huh, yeah

Bitch, I’m 'bout it, I don’t act, uh, uh, yeah

Pistol make him heart attack, uh, uh

I’ve been rockin' Yves Saint Laurent, yeah

Can’t pronounce it, always say it wrong, yeah

Call me Trap, I’m smokin' on some strong, yeah

Flip a pack, I got the birdies gone, huh, ayy

Bitch, I get them bands, uh

I get—, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

I count dividends, yeah, mm, yeah

You can’t see my lands, uh

I see through the glass, uh

You see through the fence, uh, shit, uh

Niggas on defense

Why you so defensive?

(Bitch)

But you just offensive (What?)

I just had to throw the VVS' on my necklace

Ask the other opps, you pussy boys do not wanna test us, yeah

Bitch, Trap