Too Much

Song

Too Much

Master P · Louisiana Hot Sauce · 2016 · 3:53

Lyrics

I ain't gotta floss on these hoes Got Louisiana sauce for these hoes Like to stay fresh, nigga, all Versace 12 Outside, I know them bitches watchin' On Snapchat plottin' on the Williamson's I got chickens on me, pick 'em up and give 'em to me Play tennis in the hood with a hundred grand Call the plug for some work, nigga, that's the running man Shoulder bag got the come back Drop a couple bands, watch it come back Shoulder bag got the come back Drop a couple bands, watch it come back I got too much sauce for these hoes I ain't gotta floss for these hoes I got too much sauce for these hoes I ain't gotta floss for these hoes Pull up in the Ghost, your baby mama ridin' Presidential shit, bitch, I got Obama money Serve a million fuckin' fiends, I got McDonald money Got your girl in the kitchen, yeah, she like to ride it for me Niggas hatin' on me, need to cut it I got youngsters with me, leave your ass bloody Niggas hatin' on me, need to cut it Got that Draco in my back pocket, call that bitch my buddy I got too much sauce for these hoes I ain't gotta floss for these hoes I got too much sauce for these hoes I ain't gotta floss for these hoes I got too much sauce for these hoes I ain't gotta floss for these hoes I got too much sauce for these hoes I ain't gotta floss for these hoes Bentley with the bird, it's peelin' fronts back Polynesian on the chicken, watch it come back Chick-fil-A in the hood, no drive-thru Fiends outside that'll slide through I'm on a bag, just countin' up ends I'm in a mansion, tryna fuck two twins I'm on the phone plottin' on two friends And tomorrow, I'ma do this shit again I got too much sauce for these hoes I ain't gotta floss for these hoes I got too much sauce for these hoes I ain't gotta floss for these hoes I ain't gotta front for a bitch I got paper, nigga, I'm already rich I'm a trap star turned into a rap star I just bought that new Wraith, turned it to a NASCAR Bitches be callin' 'cause they want it Pullin' all-nighters from the night to the mornin' I got ice and gold on me like I'm King Tut In the club waitin' for the plug just to show up I got too much sauce for these hoes I ain't gotta floss for these hoes I got too much sauce for these hoes I ain't gotta floss for these hoes

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