Too Much Money (feat. Babyface Ray) - Woodboy Gee

(Hitmaka) (Yeah) I told my boys it ain't no limits (it ain't no limits) Told all of my dawgs it ain't no limits (it ain't no limits) Put your head in the game (head in the game, head in the game) Head in the game, head in the game I'm whippin' the Trackhawk with messed up suspension I drove it so fast that I blew out the engine I kept it too real ever since the beginnin' I play offense and D, I might switch my position Lil' mama was thirsty, so I had to quench her I'ma draw that real fast 'cause you know I shoots quickest Just like Travis Kelsey, I be havin' that motion Just like a landmine, you know I'm explodin' My heart cold, bae, I ain't got no emotion I'm goin' hard, yeah, you know I'm devoted We run the streets, yeah, you know we controllin' She love the kid, she be bussin' it open I'm quarterbackin' like I'm Kyler Murray Tryna win, I'm up at practice early Goin' crazy, I just ripped my jersey It's the first half and done dropped 30 We upped the score on them boys (Yeah) I told my boys it ain't no limits (it ain't no limits) Told all of my dawgs it ain't no limits (it ain't no limits) Put your head in the game (head in the game, head in the game) Head in the game, head in the game Money on my mind, head in the game It's like I scored again, diamonds on 'em dance I can hear the music, playin' with them bands Crowd goin' wild, dived in the fan I'm lockin' in on a mission, I'm tunneled my vision You youngins should get like me I got your shorty, she with me, I gave her a jersey I told her to join my team It's best to go where you're safe You know how I play, I get to sack like Frank You can teach money to fly I tell her to hop, I catch it and go to the bank It's crazy I'm used to the lights They shine so bright, this visor it overs my face You see me workin' and workin' I'm gettin' it done, man, soon they be feedin' me grapes Yeah (upped the score) I told my boys it ain't no limits (it ain't no limits) Told all of my dawgs it ain't no limits (it ain't no limits) Put your head in the game (head in the game, head in the game) Head in the game, head in the game They screamin' my name when I walk in the buildin' (Glock) Yellow diamonds on me like I play for the Steelers I'm in the field (yeah, yeah) just like a Steeler Oh, this your girl? My bad, had to steal her I hop on a beat and I float like a river I caught a TD, yeah, right cross the middle I'm speakin' facts, boy, you tellin' riddles Can't hang with the gang, so we has to sit him Wear 'em down, I'm in LA, we riding 'round and around My dawg just called, said he finna touch down When I call a play, bitch, you won't hear a sound Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, money callin' right now (brr) I gotta go and get it, and it don't matter how (how) All I know is win, yeah, I'm ten toes down (down) I keep my head high and my eyes on the prize Yeah, my feet on the ground Score, score Yeah (the score) I told my boys it ain't no limits (it ain't no limits) (nah, nah, no) Told all of my dawgs it ain't no limits (it ain't no limits) Put your head in the game (head in the game, head in the game) Head in the game, head in the game Ayy, I'm too turnt up, turnt down right now (down right now, down right now) Too dope, make baddies get around right (get around now, get around now) Ayy, I'm too turnt up, turnt down right now (down right now, down right now) Too dope, make baddies get around right (get around now, get around now) Yeah!

Pooh, you a fool for this one If you really ballin' for real These niggas ain't ballin' for real Yeah Real niggas first, family over money Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (Trap) Got my paper right, now you can't tell me nothing (Nah) Grind all winter, fuckin' up the summer Do it big time, might go get a Hummer (Yeah) Even though you lying, tell me that you love me If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin' If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin', nigga New strand got me working bags, should be in the booth Fuck Instagram, won't go out sad, you gotta tell the truth I play the back and turn my youngins up, feel like my nigga Shoot I'm in Miami feelin' homeless, bro, my car ain't got no roof Five star, sippin', eatin' lobster, big soup Play with me, we hit the block, look like we dropped a nuke Hundred racks, cleared the whole bag, just ask my nigga Deuce Man, these streets done taught me everything, I shouldn't have went to school Firm believer of what you put in is what you get Put in work so goddamn long, now I'm lit Scooped her up in the SVR, then sent a Lyft Tell my kids, "The world is ours, What you want, You can get" (Got you) Tears of joy, I'm grateful, look how a nigga live I'm exhausted, check your bags, I ain't got time to reminisce He say he ain't feeling me, then I probably hit his bitch Tell my nigga keep his mans down and shoot it like he RIP We ain't doing no attempts Man, her pussy so good I had to pay her rent Hope you know that shit around for real, we ain't playing rich Half a milli' for a townhouse, it's why I'm staying in Too legit to quit, that shit old, I done did that shit Man, my neck lit, turn her head, it's The Exorcist Fucked your bitch good at 8 AM, let's get some breakfast then They done gave the wrong boy some money, know I'm reckless with it I don't respect these niggas, I don't fuck with 'em Ones flyin' in that nigga section like, "Fuck niggas" Drop a bag and free the old hood, shit, Trump did it Hit the door, these hoes already know we the one, nigga Real niggas first, family over money Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (Jumping) Got my paper right (Yeah), Now you can't tell me nothing (Can't tell me nothing) Grind all winter (Grind), Fuckin' up the summer (Fuckin' up the summer) Do it big time (Big), might go get a Hummer (Yeah) Even though you lying, tell me that you love me If you really ballin', Buy your bitches somethin' (If you really ballin') If you really ballin', Buy your bitches somethin', nigga Lookin' up, seein' dark clouds, my pain runnin' deep Adderall, Perky, G6, I been dodging sleep Can't stop, won't stop, word to Chris and Neef Marble Louis dark shades on, tryna sneak and geek Shoutout my nigga Goggle, scorched a house for like a week Nigga thought I wasn't a wolf until I smiled, he seen the teeth Syrup got me slow motion, ones falling like a leaf Biography of Face Mob, sayin' it over beats (For real) Say she never had it before, I fucked her on the beach I had to stop and put my heart away, looked up and seen a leech It's probably gon' be RIP if it's just you and me I'm like Jesus, food on the table, let my niggas eat Demons in my sleep hunt me Told her ass to leave, yeah, she gon' see it's only one of me Rich nigga, still treating shit like I'm hungry Talking slick, caught his ass in public and we stompin' him (Nigga) Designer bags all on the seat, it's hard to see I'm in the industry to get all the money, look, y'all can beef I woke up late and got a text from my ho, "You doggin' me" I text her back and told her, "Bitch, if I'm broke, you offin' me" (For real) You know I know the game, I ain't no rookie Know XXL the same, don't put me on no booklet Calm down, baby fucked the gang, ain't trippin' 'bout no pussy I hit the club, my ex was with a lame, I hope that bitch was looking If you really ballin', nigga, where your jewels at? Know I'm really ballin', I be smashin' coupes past You ain't posted in a minute, boy, you must be doing bad They know Face be in his own lane, I'm never choosing sides, nigga Real niggas first, family over money Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (Jumping) Got my paper right (Yeah), Now you can't tell me nothing (Can't tell me nothing) Grind all winter (Grind), Fuckin' up the summer (Fuckin' up the summer) Do it big time (Big), might go get a Hummer (Yeah) Even though you lying, tell me that you love me If you really ballin', Buy your bitches somethin' (If you really ballin') If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin', nigga

(DJ Swift on the track) Who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the— who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? He tryna lock in with the team, so we popped him for free Said he was sick and tired, I wiped his nose, rocked him to sleep Broke n- re-up, couldn't cover my cost for the week Chop in my lap, poppin' my flats, calm my nerves while I creep They know I'm like that in reality, not on IG It was some light s- that you did, but the meaning was deep I tell the shooters, now they blessed, 'member murder was cheap Even as a chef, you get respect after burning your beef Then after that, you grab a pack and you turn it to three Then after that, if you can rap, you might turn into me Bae say I scare her when I'm geeked 'cause I talk in my sleep N- better wake up 'fore they dream about murdering me 'Cause I put killers on they feet, they put blood on the street Put your cuz on a tee, I told him, "Quit muggin' at me" Hit your lung with this heat, snake fang dug in deep Trapped in Miss Janice, me and Beach Right before prices got cheap Right before water got deep We was supposed to be like T and Meech Ain't it crazy? Mama's baby finally made a million Low to the ground Caught him 'round the town with my hand on the trigger Leave out the galleria, ladies chase me down for pictures I'm a street n- and she can't wait to sink her teeth in me You too secretive, that's why I don't be trusting these b- It's a fake one mixed in with the real ones amongst me, I sense it If you listen, I'ma kill you first time I hear you hissin' I thought long as we was winning, it didn't matter, Jordan and Pippen But I stay humble hittin', you wasn't feeling me like I was missin' I sat in that kitchen, Jacob and Clay, learning my mixture Romel had made me smile, he told me he showed Miss Trudy my pictures Know it hurt him to his heart when he heard I turned into Hitler Well, not really, he told me he feel me, stand on that business Free Jimmy, showed me how to sip syrup and stack attention He also told me when I be rollin', ride with a sixty And another one taped to the back of it, take it out and flip it That's 120 and we shoot it out all day Fuck a n- (free the shotta) Know what I'm sayin'? Who hotter than Gee? I'm in the house, I got six hundred on my neck I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? Yeah, yeah, yeah