Lyrics Too Many - HoodRich Pablo Juan

Too Many

That’s what we do with the money
(Yeah, eat it up Champ, eat it up)
No, we ain’t doing no frontin'
(going crazy)
Trappin' it out (Trap it out)
Stackin' it up, that’s what we do with the money (Do with the money)
Go to the jeweler, fuckin' it up
I bought some jewels with the money (I bought some jewels)
Pull up in whips
If it ain’t cats, then that bitch better be foreign
I need a freak (Freak, yeah)
If she ain’t fuckin, then you know that bitch ain’t goin'
Too many vibes
Put them on a plane, they tryna fly (They tryna fly)
Too many designers, all in my closet
Damn, I can’t even decide (Which one?)
Too many traps, they callin' my phone
Bitch don’t be wasting my time (Nah)
Too many rides (Rides)
Damn, I can’t even choose which one I’ma drive
I put my dick in her mind, get the bitch right
Rings on my fingers, they having a fist fight
Pull up in the AMG Benz with a big pipe
Guns like we play Call of Duty or Fortnite (No Cap)
I just wanna see what it hit like (Hit like)
Honeycomb on me and crushed ice (Crushed Ice)
Fucked that bitch once, not twice
Graveyard shift after midnight (Ooh)
Shawty ride dick like a motorcycle bike (Motorcycle)
Suckin that dick and she know what I like (Know what I like)
I got the sprite, I need me some ice
Off-white loads on me and they all white (All white)
Call up my hoes but they aren’t my wives (My wife)
I pay the tolls, I ran all the lights (For real)
Do it for real, I don’t do it for no likes
She wanna know if I’m rolling, I might be
Yeah, these niggas wanna be just like me (Wanna be me)
Been through a lot, I got PTSD
I didn’t have shoes on the first day
Now I go on a shopping spree
They’re throwing dirt on my name, tryna bury me
Keep trying but they cannot get rid of me (Can't)
Ain’t no stopping me (Ha)
Bitch I got the money I feel like monopoly
Trappin' it out (Trap it out)
Stackin' it up, that’s what we do with the money (Do with the money)
Go to the jeweler, fuckin' it up
I bought some jewels with the money (I bought some jewels)
Pull up in whips
If it ain’t cats, then that bitch better be foreign
I need a freak (Freak, yeah)
If she ain’t fuckin, then you know that bitch ain’t goin'
Too many vibes
Put them on a plane, they tryna fly (They tryna fly)
Too many designers, all in my closet
Damn, I can’t even decide (Which one?)
Too many traps, they callin' my phone
Bitch don’t be wasting my time (Nah)
Too many rides (Rides)
Damn, I can’t even choose which one I’ma drive