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too much cash - yung tommy lyrics

[intro]
whoooo*whooaa
yeah
running to the bands like an athlete
yeah, imma make my spire bleed
d*mn rome

[chorus]
too much cash b*tch, i can’t focus
she a f*cking bad b*tch, i’m like blow this
she gon’ suck it up yeah, in my mazdi
they say i won’t make it, i’m like “watch me”
feeling like a rockstar, i’m like ozzy
couple blues in my pocket, yeah i got these
ex hit up my phone
leave me the f*ck alone
i can’t stand these f*cking fake hoes

[verse 1]
never liked cheap thrills, only the rich ones
so many hoes around me, i can just pick one
yeah, if he talking sh*t tho
yeah, load it up, shoot him through the window
as i said before, i don’t like fake hoes
choppa on my side, give yo’ ass a halo
yeah, shooting sh*t like i’m on a payroll
yeah, thats what the 9 for
[bridge 1]
yeah, running to the cash like an athlete
yeah, f*ck the 5*0 they can’t catch me
yeah, imma make my sprite bleed
like the movie scream, like the move scream

[verse 2]
i cannot do this sh*t anymore
2 more pills then i drop on the floor
she only want me cuz’ i got the cash flow
yeah, funny sh*t cuz’ she calling me an assh0l*
now the b*tch is a mad hoe
keep talking sh*t, you ain’t nothing trash hoe
how many pills do i gotta f*cking do?
yeah, f*ck out my face now you lose
[bridge 2]
b*tch now you lose
f*ck, made me choose
huh*huh*huh

[outro]
f*ck these fake house
smoke so much irene
make my eyes bleed

- yung tommy lyrics

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