And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But noo oh
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But noo oh
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But nooooo
It don't matter how you get on
Just stay on Nigga
I ain't never sold my soul in a sayonce nigga
They be speculating how my check got to 6 figures
Ain't no free game
I can have my shawty coach you
You be tryna date the instagram models
Why you out here buying bottles for nothing
When I get my check
Ima have the club owner comp that
I Got 3 in the back
And I'm cruzin on the 10
Who gon roll up
Shawty f*ckin on her friend
And the one in the front love my conversation
That's motivation for you niggas talkin outta turn
Princey baby been showed you how to earn yo keep
I gotta stay Low key
Ima solid og
I'm droppin panties all week
I let em out before 3
Can't a broke bitch do shit nothing for me
I like pretty girls wit money
I like good weed you bummin
Come here baby lemme show you something
Come here baby lemme show you something
Come here baby lemme show you something
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But noo oh
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But noo oh
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But nooooo
Ya life funny
Lil baby lemme show you something
So used to losin
Never know when she won
Big loaf on me
But I started from the crumbs
Ya really down for me?
Lie if the boys come
Plastic strap
But I ain't ridin wit a toy gun
Knock you
But I'm tryna make some more come
Cuz having one just way too close to none
Keep it solid wit me
I den been wit faulty ones
Cuz everyday I wake up
I'm really on some money shit
I'm tryna get the cake
Not cake wit a bitch
Am I the type that chu wanna spend ya days wit
Meet wit chu love
We gotta make it make sense
I gotta alotta bitches
I don't give a shit about
I want that mind first
Before I knock the stuffin out
So if the boys blerp
Just take this and stuff it now
I think wit chu im gon make it out
Yeah
Yung Princey - Too Many (feat. Billa Bam) Lyrics
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And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But noo oh
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But noo oh
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But nooooo
It don't matter how you get on
Just stay on Nigga
I ain't never sold my soul in a sayonce nigga
They be speculating how my check got to 6 figures
Ain't no free game
I can have my shawty coach you
You be tryna date the instagram models
Why you out here buying bottles for nothing
When I get my check
Ima have the club owner comp that
I Got 3 in the back
And I'm cruzin on the 10
Who gon roll up
Shawty f*ckin on her friend
And the one in the front love my conversation
That's motivation for you niggas talkin outta turn
Princey baby been showed you how to earn yo keep
I gotta stay Low key
Ima solid og
I'm droppin panties all week
I let em out before 3
Can't a broke bitch do shit nothing for me
I like pretty girls wit money
I like good weed you bummin
Come here baby lemme show you something
Come here baby lemme show you something
Come here baby lemme show you something
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But noo oh
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But noo oh
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But nooooo
Ya life funny
Lil baby lemme show you something
So used to losin
Never know when she won
Big loaf on me
But I started from the crumbs
Ya really down for me?
Lie if the boys come
Plastic strap
But I ain't ridin wit a toy gun
Knock you
But I'm tryna make some more come
Cuz having one just way too close to none
Keep it solid wit me
I den been wit faulty ones
Cuz everyday I wake up
I'm really on some money shit
I'm tryna get the cake
Not cake wit a bitch
Am I the type that chu wanna spend ya days wit
Meet wit chu love
We gotta make it make sense
I gotta alotta bitches
I don't give a shit about
I want that mind first
Before I knock the stuffin out
So if the boys blerp
Just take this and stuff it now
I think wit chu im gon make it out
Yeah
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But noo oh
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But noo oh
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But nooooo
It don't matter how you get on
Just stay on Nigga
I ain't never sold my soul in a sayonce nigga
They be speculating how my check got to 6 figures
Ain't no free game
I can have my shawty coach you
You be tryna date the instagram models
Why you out here buying bottles for nothing
When I get my check
Ima have the club owner comp that
I Got 3 in the back
And I'm cruzin on the 10
Who gon roll up
Shawty f*ckin on her friend
And the one in the front love my conversation
That's motivation for you niggas talkin outta turn
Princey baby been showed you how to earn yo keep
I gotta stay Low key
Ima solid og
I'm droppin panties all week
I let em out before 3
Can't a broke bitch do shit nothing for me
I like pretty girls wit money
I like good weed you bummin
Come here baby lemme show you something
Come here baby lemme show you something
Come here baby lemme show you something
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But noo oh
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But noo oh
And I got too many
Got too many Ho*es
You keep tryna flex on me
But nooooo
Ya life funny
Lil baby lemme show you something
So used to losin
Never know when she won
Big loaf on me
But I started from the crumbs
Ya really down for me?
Lie if the boys come
Plastic strap
But I ain't ridin wit a toy gun
Knock you
But I'm tryna make some more come
Cuz having one just way too close to none
Keep it solid wit me
I den been wit faulty ones
Cuz everyday I wake up
I'm really on some money shit
I'm tryna get the cake
Not cake wit a bitch
Am I the type that chu wanna spend ya days wit
Meet wit chu love
We gotta make it make sense
I gotta alotta bitches
I don't give a shit about
I want that mind first
Before I knock the stuffin out
So if the boys blerp
Just take this and stuff it now
I think wit chu im gon make it out
Yeah
Writer: Abdul-Aziz Muhammad, Kameron Hunter
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