How Much lyrics

[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 motherf*cker 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, n*gga? Somethin' you just say, you know, somethin' you just— you know)
How much? (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
Tell me how much, n*gga? (Some n*ggas had stopped comin' around, I'm tellin' you I don't like it)
How much, n*gga? (I'm gettin' blitzed)
n*gga, how much? (Uh)

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
I got— huh, huh, I gotta blitz, n*gga
I'm tellin' the folks you ain't came through did, you ain't even hit sh*t, n*gga
"What kind of music you recordin', what kinda music you makin'?"
n*gga, I make that kind of music where you hop out and hit 'em, n*gga
Say that's how he promote, makin' that smackin' sh*t music got me a million, n*gga
I know a couple n*ggas so high, they don't even know who out to get them (My smackers)
I know a couple n*ggas 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, n*gga
I'm rich for real, I got mo' dollars than my followers, n*gga (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 (n*gga, how much?)
I gotta put somethin' in your pocket, my n*ggas ass sweep (How much, n*gga? Say it, how much, n*gga?)
Y'all n*ggas hit sh*t, blitz, don't test me, go the other way (n*gga, how much you gon' charge me? Don't tax me, n*gga)
[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
Ain't too many n*ggas you can name that's hotter, n*gga
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 sh*t 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 b*tches
n*gga, don't call my phone for guns or bond money, I'm just payin' the ticket
n*gga, don't call my phone if you in the f*ckin' 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 (n*gga, how much?)
I gotta put somethin' in your pocket, my n*ggas ass sweep (How much, n*gga? Say it, how much, n*gga?)
Y'all n*ggas hit sh*t, blitz, don't test me, go the other way (n*gga, how much you gon' charge me? Don't tax me, n*gga)