Lyrics to 2 Many : Featuring Rich Homie Quan Prod By Karltin Bankz
(Hook) I got 2 many hoes, I got 2 many foes 2 many fake ass friends, these niggas all clones I got 2 many shows, I’m always on the road I got on 2 much ice, that’s why hustle cold I got 2 many problems, man I don’t let it stop me Ain’t worried bout no niggas, I got 2 many choppas Ain’t worried bout no bitches, I got 2 many auctions And money’s not a issue, ain’t never 2 much money
(Verse) No ain’t money but 2 much paper Ain’t never 2 much paper But right now my bitch frank, ain’t never call me racist Never 2 many haters, I need my motivation Ain’t never 2 much swag on me, never 2 much flavor I got on 2 much ice, that’s probably why they hate me My chain fay that life, this for you so called takers I’ll keep that bitch on safety, 2 many niggas flaky These niggas all clones dawg, 2 many niggas fakin And all these niggas basic, I’m extraordinary No problems, got no license, My watch in trunk canary And I’m a living legend, real talk got shit I’m really there rich And I’ve been through it all dawg, them streets stay on the realest
(Hook) I got 2 many hoes, I got 2 many foes 2 many fake ass friends, these niggas all clones I got 2 many shows, I’m always on the road I got on 2 much ice, that’s why hustle cold I got 2 many problems, man I don’t let it stop me Ain’t worried bout no niggas, I got 2 many choppas Ain’t worried bout no bitches, I got 2 many auctions And money’s not a issue, ain’t never 2 much money
(Verse) Ridin round consuming Rich niggas smoke Cuban Fuck nigga talk about it, Crib nigga go through it I’mma go shoot this movie I never start broke, so you know me I talk tough, real Alabama And really homies end up in prison We fuck fiends, turn around Buckin on the city police I’m ballin cos brother numb, bitch wanna fuck me for no reason Keep a choppa screw like oh nigga Hell nah, bitch I don’t know Should’ve learned yo lesson, man you been connected Yea baby, call them phone people And I’ve been shit like through I’m swaggin for you Baby so on the road, get O’s Getting uh like I’m coming home too And I ain’t playin Shawty Cos I do this on the regular For a friend time, full schedule
(Hook) I got 2 many hoes, I got 2 many foes 2 many fake ass friends, these niggas all clones I got 2 many shows, I’m always on the road I got on 2 much ice, that’s why hustle cold I got 2 many problems, man I don’t let it stop me Ain’t worried bout no niggas, I got 2 many choppas Ain’t worried bout no bitches, I got 2 many auctions And money’s not a issue, ain’t never 2 much money