Dm            C            Bb   C
Murda on the beat so it's not nice

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Dm                             Bb
I smoke too much dank, I smoke too much dank
Dm                             Bb
I have too much drank, I have too much drank (you know it)
Dm                              Bb
I'm on too many things, on too many things
Am           Bb             Gm
On too many things, on too many things
Dm                          Bb
Niggas actin' lame, looking at me strange
F                                Bb
I just fucked her once, I don't know her name
Dm                Bb                 Gm
I'm on too many things, on too many things
Dm                Bb                  Gm
I'm on too many things, on too many things

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Hey, yeah, yeah
Dm                                       Bb
I'm on too many things, your bitch gon' let me bang
F                                        C
These bitches off the chain, my nuts, I let 'em hang
          Dm                               Bb
I got my money on my mind, it ain't gon' never change
           F                               C
No matter how much dough you get, I know you still a lame
     Dm                                    Bb
You still ain't in the gang, I'm still up in the game
F
Send them my condolences, I'm 'bout to kill a game
Dm
Got a bitch named Mary Jane and that bitch is flame
Am                      F
I feel like I'm at the crib when I'm in the bank
Dm                             Bb
I'm on too many thing, she on too much 'cane
Dm                                  C
I pull up in Mulsanne, take up too many lanes
Dm                                      Bb
They drive that bitch insane, she wanna give me brain
Dm                                                C
And you know we can't smoke it if it ain't that dank

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Dm                             Bb
I smoke too much dank, I smoke too much dank
Dm                             Bb
I have too much drank, I have too much drank (you know it)
Dm                Ab
I'm on too many things, on too many things
Am           Bb             Gm
On too many things, on too many things
Dm                          Bb
Niggas actin' lame, looking at me strange
F                                Bb
I just fucked her once, I don't know her name
Dm                Bb
I'm on too many things, on too many things
Dm                Bb                  Gm
I'm on too many things, on too many things

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Dm                        Bb
Too many people, that be too many voices
Dm                           C         Bb
And there's 300 bitches and 'bout 400 horses
          Dm                Dm
And 'bout 500 Porches, get 600 extorted
        Am                          Bb                          Am
Niggas actin' like hoes, then they ass get escorted up out the club hoe
Dm
With the snub nose
Who the hell you gonna try?
F
Eyes low, hanging too high to a point where it feel like I already died
Dm
No lie, can't reply to the texts that I get
Am                            C
Smokin', sippin' liquor now, used to be on that other shit, but ayy
Dm
Too many names, too many dames, I can't complain
F                         Bb
Too many ways, too many things I can't explain
Dm                                                 Bb
Too many people, too many photos, so when they change
    Dm                     C                   Am
The day I do some dumbass shit, then lead the gang

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Dm                             Bb
I smoke too much dank, I smoke too much dank
Dm                             Bb
I have too much drank, I have too much drank (you know it)
Dm                Ab
I'm on too many things, on too many things
Am           Bb             Gm
On too many things, on too many things
Dm                          Bb
Niggas actin' lame, looking at me strange
F                                Bb
I just fucked her once, I don't know her name
Dm                Bb
I'm on too many things, on too many things
Dm                Bb                  Gm
I'm on too many things, on too many things