Young Mugz - Galore lyrics

(Intro) I got b**hes galore Money galore Still I want more Still I want more (x3) (verse 1) I got b**hes galore Still pa**ed out on the floor Fire in my eyesz They look like burning meteors f** the fancy metaphors What I got to be fancy for What you know bout 4 o clock Feds kicking in the door I'm off of the hinges That's words from my missus I'm a man on a mission Like a soldier in the trenches OGs was my influence and I was just an apprentice I learned to never trust a b**h Cause they got hidden agendas And it's hard to be aware Of the fake When change like a b**hes hair Different weaves With tricks up they sleeves And if every nigha a Indian Who the f** is the chief So let me be the relief To the ones who feeling grief Cause originality deceased And copying increased Impostors So many plotters I need some choppas A couple a shottas Who shoot for brains When they aim So ain't no need for a doctor (melodic) Just identify and keep it moving By switching up you n***as is proven Too many snakes and rats where the humans Facades and frauds you nighas living illusions Ugh (Hook) Used to be trapping out the store But I needed more Wanted riches galore Wanted b**hes galore Wanted Coke from the border Straight from Cuba over water Beware of this k**er author f** fame I'm out for slaughter Too much money ain't enough You think I'm fake call my bluff And u don't ask around to see if I'm really tough As you you run I'll bet you that gun bust Bah!