2 Much

[Verse 1] Bitch cold, I swear Dairy Queen rolled up Very clean, Spur flew over She got caught up in them wings, we gon' turn a couple corners Talk about of couple things, preliminaries went great I’ma let you hit this weed, once we on that interstate I don’t be smoking on them streets Them traffic lights will have you in a jam with the man I ain’t spending n'an minute In the can of sky mall, tryna spend a hunnit grand I know how to show you how we can get it spend it again Gone in the wind, gone with the ones who win Them boys is grown men, boss shit is what I’m spitting So boss shit is what you getting when you make a decision to listen I see them niggas figging, cause I’m high I’m slipping They gon' knock me off position, but why Cause a nigga be riding nice cars, fancy clothes Naked hoes, and mansion homes Got a lot but still we want more Cause one thing you can never have is Too much money, too much money, too much money You can never have too much money, too much money, too much