Lyrics Too Many - Babyface Ray, Coach Joey

Too Many

We had so much fun, it was, it wasn’t even like a business
Niggas looked up to him like a superhero because he was a young cat doing it,
gettin' a lot of money, man
And he made young cats wanna get money
I wasn’t the richest nigga in Harlem
He gave to everybody, he gave everybody
(See, I never knew who he could be, ever)
But he was one of the most popular 'cause of the shit he was doing
Yeah
Yeah, my life exciting
Just pray I don’t get indicted (Uh-uh)
Baggin' perkys, yo' bitch like it, she gon' take my dick and bite it (Wow)
They was friends but I fucked 'em both so now they fightin' (My fault)
Bezel big, bustin' out the top, look like a Breitling (Damn)
Lord forbid, if I go to jail, she ain’t gon' write me (I know)
New Chanel runners like a band, these ain’t no Nikes (Nah)
Count a dub in yo' bitch face, her man don’t like me (Haha)
'Round the city, most these boys my kids, they act just like me (Yeah)
Call me dad, call the bag, you ain’t hit (Yeah)
Balmains, let 'em sag, with the mag, see the stick (Yeah, yeah)
Chopstick, let it ride, out the window, we won’t miss
Gave it to him straight, say this shit a fad, he won’t fit (Aight)
Think we calmed down, bro bought thirty thou', he on tip
Got on regular clothes but it’s racks around, she gon' strip
It’s a lifestyle, plenty ice 'round, still don’t slip
It don’t matter bitch, cut the lights down, still I’m lit
Too many niggas on my dick (Yeah, too many)
Yeah, yeah (Too many niggas on my dick)
Too many niggas want my bitch (Yeah, too many)
Yeah, yeah (Too many niggas want my bitch)
They love it when I talk my shit (Yeah)
Yeah (They love that shit), yeah
They know I’m really 'bout that shhh
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
(Coach me Joey)
Grab a watch, buss it down
Grab a chain, do the same
All these niggas on my dick, leave some room for yo' bitch (Ayy, what the?)
I made myself a boss, it was easier than I thought
Everything I drop exclusive, can’t imagine what it cost
I wanted a Pagani, but they say it’s banned in the United
So I, went over to Italy just to test drive it
And I, like how it move but it’s only room for two
Might as well cop a 'Rari if I just wanted a coupe
My bitch bad, you can’t afford to speak to her, nigga (Ayy, shut up)
She gon' ignore yo' broke-ass like she see through it, nigga
These niggas mad, broke, and bitter so don’t beef with a nigga
Put some cheese on yo' head to get the beef over quicker (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Too many niggas on my dick (Yeah, too many)
Yeah, yeah (Too many niggas on my dick)
Too many niggas want my bitch (Yeah, too many)
Yeah, yeah (Too many niggas want my bitch)
They love it when I talk my shit (Yeah)
Yeah (They love that shit), yeah
They know I’m really 'bout that shhh
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah