How Much

[Intro: YTB Fatt]
I'm tellin' you, bruh, It's like, this just how it's gon' be like (DJ Bandz, aw, man)
You gon' really see who your real friends are when the smoke just heavy, bruh, you just—
Tell a motherfucker to come through every night
You just gon' hit the floor, hit back or just get out the way (How much?)
Huh, huh, how much? (How much, nigga? Somethin' you just say, you know, somethin' you just— you know)
How much? (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
Tell me how much, nigga? (Some niggas had stopped comin' around, I'm tellin' you I don't like it)
How much, nigga? (I'm gettin' blitzed)
Nigga, how much? (Uh)

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
I got— huh, huh, I gotta blitz, nigga
I'm tellin' the folks you ain't came through did, you ain't even hit shit, nigga
"What kind of music you recordin', what kinda music you makin'?"
Nigga, I make that kind of music where you hop out and hit 'em, nigga
Say that's how he promote, makin' that smackin' shit music got me a million, nigga
I know a couple niggas so high, they don't even know who out to get them (My smackers)
I know a couple niggas so loyal, they still gon' ride with 'em (Foxes)
I know one lady house that be gettin blitzed but she still live in it (My grandma)
Back the U-Haul in, the loads here, let's get busy
I just went half on a Casamigos and wings, the hoes here (Let's make a toast)
Call the driver, get some more bottles, let's throw a party, nigga
I'm rich for real, I got mo' dollars than my followers, nigga (How much?)

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
I know it was off the GP, bruh, but I still gotta gon' give (How much?)
I gotta give you somethin', bruh, I gotta, I gotta handle this (Nigga, how much?)
I gotta put somethin' in your pocket, my niggas ass sweep (How much, nigga? Say it, how much, nigga?)
Y'all niggas hit shit, blitz, don't test me, go the other way (Nigga, how much you gon' charge me? Don't tax me, nigga)

[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
Ain't too many niggas you can name that's hotter, nigga
I just sent a blitz and wanna hear 'em, frrt, aw
I just flew a couple smackers in, all it took was to show 'em a picture
All I did was show 'em your schedule and whereabouts and show 'em how to hit you
Let's get this shit done, I got a man gon' show y'all the city
Got a man gon' show y'all how to maneuver and high-speed them bitches
Nigga, don't call my phone for guns or bond money, I'm just payin' the ticket
Nigga, don't call my phone if you in the fuckin' jailhouse, period (How much?)

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
I know it was off the GP, bruh, but I still gotta gon' give (How much?)
I gotta give you somethin', bruh, I gotta, I gotta handle this (Nigga, how much?)
I gotta put somethin' in your pocket, my niggas ass sweep (How much, nigga? Say it, how much, nigga?)
Y'all niggas hit shit, blitz, don't test me, go the other way (Nigga, how much you gon' charge me? Don't tax me, nigga)