Lyrics Too Much Money (feat. Teflon Mark) - Dougie Jay

Motherfucker scared they dead
Other words that I don't even know
'Cause I ain't came up with yet nigga
Dumb, dumb nigga
Aight y'all go ahead and get my CD nigga
I just dropped that bitch last Tuesday

Too much money I need a counter
Or an accountant to help me count it
Just like a duffel I'm in my bag
Thumbing through 20's be hurting my hands
I don't do beef too busy going ham
On the way to the A
I stopped in Birmingham
Chiefin' on grade A with the plug
He gave me extra stay showing love
I'm on the Gram forever showing love
Where would I be if love didn't find me?
Where would I be if I didn't befriend body?
I got these niggas mad I'm ridin' shotty
I'm sportin' new releases no endorsements
Girl Scout Cookies got a nigga focused
I'ma inhale and take off to Pluto
I'ma inhale and take off to Jupiter

All my money sequential
Blue strips on the hunnids
Ten toes yeah I'm runnin'
Usain to the money
Getting too much money
Countin' too much money
Big Ben on them moneys
All my money sequential
Blue strips on the hunnids
Ten toes yeah I'm runnin'
Usain to the money
Getting too much money
Countin' too much money
Big Ben on them moneys

Used to be runner up had to run my money up
Used to be overdraft now I gotta hunnid up
Walk in establishments like it and cop it up
Don't have a marketing scheme I just drop shit
Can't play both sides I don't do opp shit
Two pre rolls and some Thrax and exotic
Reek fruity pebbles walking out the mall lobby
Going up on the Gram just to see who really watching

Bitch I sit in the trap like a lump on a log
Wait on a knock or I wait on a call
That baby cutter can go through the wall
I made a nine piece from a ball
Baking soda and a minotaur
He got fentanyl I can't fuck with y'all
'Bout 80 bands in a uhaul
I do pull ups and drop offs
I get that money like Mitch
If I got a Glock it gone come with a stick
We get this shit out the brick
Won't fall out 'bout money or over no bitch
If it's 20 or better bitch I'm 'bout my cheddar
You know that I'm taking a risk
If they rappin' don't work then it's back to the trap
Bitch you know I'ma fool with my wrist
I be jumpin' out the gym
A team full of steppers who shoot for the rim
They dirty walking in some Timbs
Got red on the bottom for steppin' on him
I'm 'bout my dead dividends
When it come to that money like sauce I'ma win
Got Teflon for the skin
Play with that gang and you know we gon' spin

Too much money I need a counter
Or an accountant to help me count it
Just like a duffel I'm in my bag
Thumbing through 20's be hurting my hands
I don't do beef too busy going ham
On the way to the A
I stopped in Birmingham
Chiefin' on grade A with the plug
He gave me extra stakes showing love
I'm on the Gram forever showing love
Where would I be if love didn't find me?
Where would I be if I didn't befriend body?
I got these niggas mad I'm ridin' shotty
I'm sportin' new releases no endorsements
Girl Scout Cookies got a nigga focused
I'ma inhale and take off to Pluto
I'ma inhale and take off to Jupiter