2 Many Doe B (Ft. Rich Homie Quan)

[Intro: Doe B]
Karltin
Yeah, cut the beat up in my ear, just the music
Ain't never too much music, feel that shit
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah

[Chorus: Doe B]
I got too many hoes, I got too many foes
Too many fake ass friends, these niggas all clones
I got too many shows, I’m always on the road
I got on too much ice, that’s why my heart so cold
I got too many problems, that ain't gon let it stop me
Ain’t worried bout no niggas, I got too many choppas
Ain’t worried bout no bitches, I got too many options
And money’s not a issue, ain’t never too much money

[Verse 1: Doe B]
Nah ain't never too much paper, ain’t never too much paper
That white man my best friend, can't never call me racist
Never too many haters, I need my motivation
Ain’t never too much swag dawg, never too much flavor
I got on too much ice, that’s probably why they hate me
My chain fa ya life, this for you so called takers
I keep that bitch off safety, too many niggas flaky
These niggas all clones dawg, too many niggas fakin'
And most these niggas basic, I’m extraordinary
Them Pradas, got no laces, my watch and charm canary
And I’m a living legend, real talk I should have been buried
Aye, I’ve been through it all dawg, the streets say I’m the realest