Uh Huh (Feat. T.I.) Lyrics
This a Nitty beat
(T.I.) if you don't respect nothing else,
oh you gonna respect this hustle partna--
Alfamega, you up next partna
Hook
I got a pocket full of money
A cigarello full of dro
gas tank full
now lil mamma wanna roll
(so what you tell em)
Uh huh (x7)
(this the king)
aint a nare notha puttin on like me (ok)
I can buy the bar out 7 days out the week
we gettin money
Uh huh (x7)
YES SIR!
Verse 1
Im gettin money
Im doin my thing
Check out my car,
Check out my chain,
Me and you
we are not the same
(not at all)
you be fakin wit it
I let my nuts hang
the alpha flow
plus a nitty beat
equals mo money baby
and mo freaks to freak
they cut the check
thats why im stuntin on em
and they know in their heart
that they dont want it
cuzz i got new ninas
and new choppas
lets send these old niggaz to some new doctors
I dropped a hundred at the mall but I aint done yet
Im a real hood nigga
what the fuck did you expect
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Hook
I got a pocket full of money
A cigarello full of dro
gas tank full
now lil mamma wanna roll
(so what you tell em)
Uh huh (x7)
aint a nare notha puttin on like me (ok)
I can buy the bar out 7 days out the week
we gettin money
Uh huh (x7)
YES SIR!
Verse 2
wet paint, (10 Stacks)
Chrome feet
digital dash yall and bucket seats
steering wheel costs about a G
plexi glass on the windows
cuzz the trunk beat
BOOM,BOOM,BOOM
passenger is a cold freak
shhhhh
but keep that on the hush between you and me
UH HUH, UH HUH
she dont get down
I got a marriott suite
im bout to go down
I was in and out
I couldnt spend the night
she got her man at home
I just get her right
UH HUH, UH HUH
thats how the game goes
like snoop dogg said man
you cant trust these hoes
Hook
I got a pocket full of money
A cigarello full of dro
gas tank full
now lil mamma wanna roll
(so what you tell em)
Uh huh (x7)
aint a nare notha puttin on like me (ok)
I can buy the bar out 7 days out the week
we gettin money
Uh huh (x7)
YES SIR!
Verse 3
we still gettin money
its still going down
we still poppin bottles
we still blowin pounds
and yeah the chains platinum
but im still hood
and still posted on the block
i wish a nigga would
ride by and give my chain a hard look
tryin to take mines
fuck around and get your life took
now all the real goons
throw your sets up
they dont let us in now
now they all messed up
they know it goes down
when we come through
life race head baby
make it do what it do
cuzz this a new swagg
wit a new swang
you think them niggaz showed they ass
then watch me do my damn thing
Hook
I got a pocket full of money
A cigarello full of dro
gas tank full
now lil mamma wanna roll
(so what you tell em)
Uh huh (x7)
aint a nare notha puttin on like me (ok)
I can buy the bar out 7 days out the week
we gettin money
Uh huh (x7)
YES SIR!
