Too Much ft. Miller Hardaway Lyrics

Play this record as frequently as possible

What they say?

Yeah

Yeah, aye, Ni$ha

Uh-huh, yeah

Ugh

I can't stay around the drama, you be doing too much

No I can't keep you in my circle, I'm recruiting too much

I get the breesh, I stay working, it ain't ever too much

Too much, too much, too much, too much

I can't stay around the drama, you be doing too much

No I can't keep you in my circle, I'm recruiting too much

I get the breesh, I stay working, it ain't ever too much

Too much, too much, too much

I said it is what it is, nigga, fuck what it ain't

I done hopped up out my bag, chased a bag, serving plates

It's the passion and ambition and the way that I was raised

If you ain't about the money, get the fuck up out my face

You wasn't rooting for me, so you not winning with me

No you ain't eating with me, not even seated with me

No you can't kick it with me

Matter of fact forget you know me

You don't owe me, so quit saying you the homie

Got a pack that I'm leading

Tracks stay seasoned

Cooking on the beat, I'm the chef for a reason

Niggas on my celly, hit em' up when I need em

The food nigga, funny nigga, always got me cheesing

I can't stay around the drama, you be doing too much

No I can't keep you in my circle, I'm recruiting too much

I get the breesh, I stay working, it ain't ever too much

Too much, too much, too much, ugh

I can't stay around the drama, you be doing too much

No I can't keep you in my circle, I'm recruiting too much

I get the breesh, I stay working, it ain't ever too much

Too much, too much, too much, too much

Look, too much talking not enough moves

Miller Hardaway, I drop jewels

Me and Nisha cook up like a chef

Got the sauce, what you wanna do

From New York, Yankee fitted blue

Red bottoms, walking in some Lou

I hear people talking bout the game

We pulling on this like we on the news

My enemies are like TMZ

I need Hennessy and good energy

A Spanish mami told her bien aquí

Want a brand new rari gotta press the key

I'm a big dog, ain't no pressing me

OG, smoke a press of weed

Ex's all on my body now doing too much, why you texting me

Mix the pain with Marigelas

Fell in love with the dollars

I grew up with the killers and idolized all the scholars

I'm controlling my element, had to gain all the knowledge

I don't know why you're gassin'

We wavy, baby, and solid

Pussy