[Lyric] Way 2 Cover Remake (Aw3som3 Alv1n)

[Intro: Styl1sh S1m0n]
I'm too for my shirt
Too for my shirt
So it hurts
I'm too for Milan
Too for Milan
New York or Japan

[Chorus: Future]
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
I'm too for this syrup
Too for your girl
Too for this world
Too for this ice
Too for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too for this chain
Too for your gang
Too for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too for the trap
Too for that cap
Too for that jack, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Aw3som3 Alv1n]
Okay, alright, that's fine, okay (Okay)
I'm feelin' too to accept requests (Way too )
And I'm way too to go (Way too )
And she popped a Tesla, now she goin' electric
Okay, alright, that's fine, okay
Think we got too for that metro housin' (Way too )
Diamond popped out, almost swallowed sixty thousand (Sixty piece)
Section need more tings in here, I like it crowded, ayy (Woah, woah)
Yeah, I like it crowded
Oh, you like the boy? Well, tell me what you like about him
You a turnt up little , ain't no wife about it
I'ma her friends and send her back to Metro housin'

[Chorus: Styl1sh S1m0n]
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
I'm too for this syrup
Too for your girl
Too for this world
Too for this ice
Too for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too for this chain
Too for your gang
Too for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too for the trap
Too for that cap
Too for that jack, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Future]
I pop out, get ghost on a , she don't know where I went (Where I go?)
Pray for all my dogs, all my behind the fence (Prayer)
Drippin' in it, I be spillin' in it, new designer gear bicoastal
Pay attention to the detail, goin' two-tone on a choker
Young always ready to murk somethin', call them some smokers
Young havin' motion, he gon' make sure the car get—
Did a 360 windmill when I left the scene
That's that action, her best work on her knees
Too for this cash
Too for this syrup
Too for these pills, I'm too for this
I get cash wherever I fly, got on me
Money, cars, and all this jewelry make a look
I get cash wherever I fly, got on me

[Chorus: Styl1sh S1m0n]
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
I'm too for this syrup
Too for your girl
Too for this world
Too for this ice
Too for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too for this chain
Too for your gang
Too for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too for the trap
Too for that cap
Too for that jack, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: Tact1cal Th3odor3]
Too to count (Ah), fetty (Oh)
My neck baguetty (Hoo)
Red diamonds, spaghetti (Oh)
This paper, I shred it (Yeah)
I swindled, no sweatin'
I saw you (), beggin' ()
Goddamn, you petty (Ha)
I ain't done spending (Yeah)
No penny pinch, I spend it (Spend)
Bags in and out (Let's get bags)
My man ain't gon' steal it (On God)
Hundred bags for her (Hundred bags)
Make these young wish they was rich (Woo)
All-green gators, they look like a switch
Giorgio, I spent twenty-six licks ('Mani)
I'm too (Yeah)
My (Yeah), baguetties
me (Woah), me (Woah)
I'll let you (Ah), todayski (Ski)
I been kickin' (Woah, woah), might need a prosthetic (Yeah)
I pray to the chopper under my pillow, tooth fairy (Woo)