Too Many

[Intro]
I got too many hoes
But they ain’t shit like you
And no, we ain’t gon’ get all into your personal business, that’s what you into
I fuck with you though
Nobody even know
(Welcome to Get a Bag Records)
But when we get to the crib, it’s a whole different story
(Let’s get a bag)
That’s why I fuck with you
Big R
[Verse 1]
I got too many hoes, but they ain’t shit like you
Lit like you, can’t handle all this dick like you
I don’t let them bitches get all in my mix like you
I’m your junkie, they can’t take care of my fix like you
Long nights we up talkin’ for hours built our connection
Treat you like a lady, lеt me fuck you disrespectful
Lеavin’ money on the dresser, I love seeing you undressing
Love how them titties sit pretty wearin’ my necklace
Ain’t gon’ press you, bae, I’m really on you ’cause I want you
Usually like being alone, but I ain’t lonely
If that pussy ain’t gon’ sleep in my home, then I don’t want it
How it feel just like the sink and sound like macaroni?
Come a lil’ closer, baby, let me feel somethin’
I had stopped the Percs, but I might pop a pill for you
You wanna ride on this and I’ma drive the wheels off you
You my private dancer, let me throw some bills on you

[Interlude]
If you ain’t nasty, you shouldn’t even know my page
I be ridin’ ’round hustlin’
Might hit the booth and shit
Do this lil’ shit, I wanna come home and tear you down
You good with that?
I don’t really know how you will feel about that
It might come off a lil’ aggressive, you know?
My bad, that’s just how I’m feelin’ tonight
[Verse 2]
Come and put that drip on me, turn around, you can sit on it
Already stiff for you, baby, ain’t gotta kiss on it
You layin’ with Mr. Rent Money, fuck with me, you might get somethin’
Lot of niggas say they don’t fuck with me ’cause they bitch want me
I got a couple problems and thousands, get this shit off me
Wanna make you sweat, get messy and lick that shit off you
I ain’t too much fallin’ in love, but let me be clear
Could be with any girl in this world, I wanna be here
Slow down, why you running? I wanna feel your stomach
Back shots, throwin’ twenties while we layin’ in the hundreds
I feel it when you cummin’, don’t be sayin’ that you cummin’
Sometimes you get too sticky, I be playin’ in that honey
In your feelings ’bout my dealings, but you still ain’t even mine
You never had a threesome, but for me, you wanna try
You too far on the road, how it’s lookin’, I’ma fly
When I get there, hope you suck it good and look me in the eyes

[Outro]
I got too many hoes
You know, you just a special case to me though
I don’t give a fuck what you into (This shit deep)
I still love you
We doing shit that nobody knows (Runnin’ up my SkyMiles)
But at home (I’m cummin’, you cummin’)
Let’s get a what?