2much

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'm a 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