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"Too Much Money"

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Like you n*ggas ain't even doing sh*t
You n*ggas running around here
Talking about a n*gga hating on you
But real sh*t though dog it's too much money out here to be hating

[Hook: Kodak Black]
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Peep but I dont speak, I see that sh*t but I don't say none (yea)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Creed cologne baby, you dig what i'm saying, she love my fragrance (ay)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Peep but i dont speak, I see that sh*t but I don't say none (yea)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Creed cologne baby, you dig what i'm saying, she love my fragrance

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
You know Ima keep it 1k bruh
One hunnid, it ain’t enough
You ain't real, don't say none
Who let fooly in here?
You been shooting that tooly
Peeling, wheeling and tooling
I get stupid stupid
I might keep that woolley
I just got the bag and ran through it
Got it back and threw it
All of the young n*ggas know what's winning
I'm trynna watch my man do it
He's a track star, I just ran into him
She's a fast broad, I just ran into her
He's a bast*rd, where's his dad going
Bust his ass son, you your daddy son
That's a Nascar, watch him blast off
That's a fast car, I hop out Jaguar

[Hook: Kodak Black]
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Peep but i dont speak, I see that sh*t but I don't say none (yea)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Creed cologne baby, you dig what i'm saying, she love my fragrance (ay)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Peep but i dont speak, I see that sh*t but I don't say none (yea)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Creed cologne baby, you dig what i'm saying, she love my fragrance

[Verse 2: Plies]
Give you f*ck n*gga of the year award
Y'all hating I’m at the clearport
I already made the money
The cake been baked
I don't even know why you dissing for
Everyone know I got 16 cars
I don't even know why you tripping for
You already know I'm f*cking your lady
I don't even know why you hit me for
I keep money in all four of my pockets
Fake real clean I don't award nobody
Where I keep the bag, I don't show nobody
Pill kicked in I got Xan in my body
I can buy a Bugatti now
I swear I'm a savage lil n*gga, you know I don't care
I got so many clothes, don't know what I would wear
Only one way you supposed to hit bae and that's bare
Hoes f*ck around like TMZ
All white on me like CMG
Everyday I'm lit like PNB
Got a Benz in the yard that's a AMG
Pick a n*gga b*tch on INT
Ball on your ass like CP3
Everyday know me, don't need a ID
You the police like TPD

[Hook: Kodak Black]
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Peep when Ion speak, I see that sh*t but I don't say none (yea)
Come through with that ray gun
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Creed cologne baby, you dig what i'm saying, she love my fragrance (ay)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Peep when Ion speak, I see that sh*t but I don't say none (yea)
Come through with that ray gun
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Creed cologne baby, you dig what i'm saying, she love my fragrance

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