Too Much Money lyrics

[Intro: Plies, Kodak Black]
(Too much money out here)
How you n*ggas ain't even doin' sh*t?
You n*ggas runnin' 'round here (Too much money out here)
Talkin' 'bout a n*gga hatin' on you
But real sh*t though dawg (Too much money out here)
It's too much money out here to be hating
(Too much money out here)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Ayy, too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (Yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that sh*t but I don't say none (Yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (Yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (Ayy)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (Yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that sh*t but I don't say none (Yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (Yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
You know I'ma keep it 1K bruh
A hunnid? It ain’t enough
You ain't real, ain't say nothin'
Who let foolie in here?
You been shootin' that toolie
Peelin', wheelin' and toolin'
I get stupid, stupid
I might keep that woolie, ayy
I just got the bag and ran through it
Got it back and threw it
All of y'all n*ggas know what's winning
I'm tryna watch my mans do it
He's a track star (Yeah), I just ran into him
She's a fast broad (Yeah), I just ran into her
He's a bast*rd, where's his dad gone'?
Bust his ass son, you your dad's son
That's a Nascar (Ayy), watch him blast off (Yeah)
That's a fast car, I hop out Jaguar

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Ayy, too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (Yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that sh*t but I don't say none (Yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (Yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (Ayy)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (Yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that sh*t but I don't say none (Yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (Yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance
[Verse 2: Plies]
Give you the f*ck n*gga of the year award
Y'all hatin', I’m at the clear port
Already made the money, the cake been baked
I don't know what you dissin' for
Everybody know I got sixteen cars
I don't even know why you trippin' for
You already know I'm f*ckin' 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'ma wear
Only one way you 'posed 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
Everyboy know me, don't need ID
You the police like TPD

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Ayy, too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (Yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that sh*t but I don't say none (Yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (Yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance (Ayy)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (Yeah)
Peep but I don't speak
I see that sh*t but I don't say none (Yeah)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun (Yeah)
Creed cologne, baby
You dig what I'm sayin'? She love my fragrance