Too Many

[Chorus]
I fuck a whole lotta classy bitches
I do a whole lotta classy shit
I fuck a whole lotta fancy bitches
We do a whole lotta fancy shit
Fuck Atlanta, we in France and shit
I got hoes dropping they pants showing tits
You still in that house boy I’m taking that risk
That hoe that you see on IG, yeah I’m fucking that bitch
All the drip you see, I’m rocking that bitch
Keep cool, I rock out with yo bitch
She can’t keep her cool, I’m a rockstar I’m lit
And she must be a fool if she fucking with this
I’m tryna see where the hell [?] is
She tryna wrestle, I must be The Miz
She tryna fuck me, I blow her a kiss
It’s way too many hoes in this bitch

[Verse 1]
Got racks on my own bitch I’m lit
Yeah I got racks bitch I’m turnt
I know yo brother ‘nem burnt
I spent 2k on a shirt
I spent 4k on some jeans
I mean I got these for free
I was in London with Peezy
I just had dinner with Sk8

[Chorus]
I fuck a whole lotta classy bitches
I do a whole lotta classy shit
I fuck a whole lotta fancy bitches
We do a whole lotta fancy shit
Fuck Atlanta, we in France and shit
I got hoes dropping they pants showing tits
You still in that house boy I’m taking that risk
That hoe that you see on IG, yeah I’m fucking that bitch
All the drip you see, I’m rocking that bitch
Keep cool, I rock out with yo bitch
She can’t keep her cool, I’m a rockstar I’m lit
And she must be a fool if she fucking with this
I’m tryna see where the hell [?] is
She tryna wrestle, I must be The Miz
She tryna fuck me, I blow her a kiss
It’s way too many hoes in this bitch

[Verse 2]
It’s way too many hoes in this bitch
Way too many hoes in this bitch
Got a whole lotta hoes
Got a whole lotta clothes
Got a whole lotta sticks
Got a whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Yeah I done killed my influence, got no [?]
Yeah I done kicked the hoe out, I got no manners
Too slime, wipe yo nose with my bandana
Yeah I’m too slime, YSL on my bandana
Yeah I’m too slime, YSL on my jeans and my tee
My bitch fly as hell, might be flyer than me
My jeans Saint Laurent, I’m like “R.I.P Keed”
Yeah she see what I got on, now this hoe tryna eat
I smell like Yves Saint Laurent, and my bitch smell like me

[Chorus]
I fuck a whole lotta classy bitches
I do a whole lotta classy shit
I fuck a whole lotta fancy bitches
We do a whole lotta fancy shit
Fuck Atlanta, we in France and shit
I got hoes dropping they pants showing tits
You still in that house boy I’m taking that risk
That hoe that you see on IG, yeah I’m fucking that bitch
All the drip you see, I’m rocking that bitch
Keep cool, I rock out with yo bitch
She can’t keep her cool, I’m a rockstar I’m lit
And she must be a fool if she fucking with this
I’m tryna see where the hell [?] is
She tryna wrestle, I must be The Miz
She tryna fuck me, I blow her a kiss
It’s way too many hoes in this bitch