Ni$ha Da Chef - Too Much (feat. Miller Hardaway)

Play this record as frequently as possible
What they say?
Yeah
Yeah, aye, Ni$ha
Uh-huh, yeah
Ugh
I can't stay around the drama, you be doing too much
No I can't keep you in my circle, I'm recruiting too much
I get the breesh, I stay working, it ain't ever too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
I can't stay around the drama, you be doing too much
No I can't keep you in my circle, I'm recruiting too much
I get the breesh, I stay working, it ain't ever too much
Too much, too much, too much
I said it is what it is, nigga, fuck what it ain't
I done hopped up out my bag, chased a bag, serving plates
It's the passion and ambition and the way that I was raised
If you ain't about the money, get the fuck up out my face
You wasn't rooting for me, so you not winning with me
No you ain't eating with me, not even seated with me
No you can't kick it with me
Matter of fact forget you know me
You don't owe me, so quit saying you the homie
Got a pack that I'm leading
Tracks stay seasoned
Cooking on the beat, I'm the chef for a reason
Niggas on my celly, hit em' up when I need em
The food nigga, funny nigga, always got me cheesing
I can't stay around the drama, you be doing too much
No I can't keep you in my circle, I'm recruiting too much
I get the breesh, I stay working, it ain't ever too much
Too much, too much, too much, ugh
I can't stay around the drama, you be doing too much
No I can't keep you in my circle, I'm recruiting too much
I get the breesh, I stay working, it ain't ever too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Look, too much talking not enough moves
Miller Hardaway, I drop jewels
Me and Nisha cook up like a chef
Got the sauce, what you wanna do
From New York, Yankee fitted blue
Red bottoms, walking in some Lou
I hear people talking bout the game
We pulling on this like we on the news
My enemies are like TMZ
I need Hennessy and good energy
A Spanish mami told her bien aquí
Want a brand new rari gotta press the key
I'm a big dog, ain't no pressing me
OG, smoke a press of weed
Ex's all on my body now doing too much, why you texting me
Mix the pain with Marigelas
Fell in love with the dollars
I grew up with the killers and idolized all the scholars
I'm controlling my element, had to gain all the knowledge
I don't know why you're gassin'
We wavy, baby, and solid
Pussy

Written by:
WILLIAM MARCUS JR. MILLER

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