Too Much Lyrics

Jay Montana man

Jay Montana

Jay Montana man

Oh my God, it's Jay Montana man

Counting up money, I do it too much

Double my cup, I be needing two cups

Smoking on pounds of the, pounds of the runtz

Gang in the telly, we fucking it up

The choppa with me, it's gon up and then bust

Talking on gang, Imma show him wassup

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

Walk in the spot and they like oh my God

Bumping my music, they starting to nod

That boy a bum, yea that niggas a fraud

Keep me a stick, like we playing in COD

Got a white shooter, I think his name Todd

I got a shorty, I don't want your broad

Run up the money, I run up the knots

Beam on your head and I'm hitting the dot

I'm in the A

Talking down and we slide with the K

Killed that boy, now his body decay

Choppa with me, gon up and then spray

In the stu making hits everyday

In the crib finna chill with my bae

Then we hop onna flight to LA

But if she wanna stay, Imma stay

Diamonds, they drip when I walk

Diamonds, they drip when I talk

They wanna walk how I walk

They wanna talk how I talk

They wanna steal all the sauce

I'm selling out shows and my fans wanna mosh

Balling hard, bitch I feel like I'm Bosh

Buy whatever, don't look at the cost

They like Montana, my boy you the best

You talking down then I slide with the TEC

Beam on your head, I'm not hitting a vest

Pop me a perc when I'm feeling a mess

My shorty bad, got designer her dress

I'm up all night, I cannot take a rest

Making these hits, I can't sit a desk

I feel like the greatest, I gotta confess

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

Sipping got me slo-mo

Slo-mo

Throwing shit like Romo

Romo

I be up in SoHo

SoHo

Counting up money, I do it too much

Double my cup, I be needing two cups

Smoking on pounds of the, pounds of the runtz

Gang in the telly, we fucking it up

The choppa with me, it's gon up and then bust

Talking on gang, Imma show him wassup

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

Counting up money, I do it too much

Double my cup, I be needing two cups

Smoking on pounds of the, pounds of the runtz

Gang in the telly, we fucking it up

The choppa with me, it's gon up and then bust

Talking on gang, Imma show him wassup

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay