Way Too Many

Way too many, way too many, way too much, way too many, hawkin' like it's, way too much

Let my shorty do her thing, I'm just about to make it rain

Why the fuck he got blue tints all on that green beam

Why the fuck he seem so cool, that's just how slick that man be

Corduroy, the jacket, cotton on my collar, yeah, yeah

I tell her I been losing sight, the value of a Benji

Okay, woke up this morning, showered up, I had the music on

That type of morning when the comb became a microphone

I had my plans, I did my dance, playin' at bands to make her dance

I don't do a dance, I clap my hands, 10 p.m., we hit the function