Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uh Huh, artist - T.I..
Date of issue: 12.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Uh Huh |
I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of *** |
Gas tank full, now little mama wanna roll wit it |
What you tell her? |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Ain’t a nare 'nother puttin' on like me |
I can buy the bar out seven days out the week |
We gettin' money |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
I’m gettin' money, I’m doin' my thing |
Check out my car, check out my chain |
You and me, we are not he same, at all |
You be fakin' wit it, I let my **** **** |
The Alfa flow, plus a nitty beat |
Equals mo money baby, and mo **** to **** |
They cut the check, that’s why I’m stuntin' on em |
And they know in they hearts, that they don’t want it, at all |
Cause I got new Nena’s, and new choppas |
Then send these old ****** to some new doctors |
I dropped a hundred at the mall but I ain’t done yet |
I’m a real hood ****, what the **** did you expect? |
I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of *** |
Gas tank full, now little mama wanna roll wit it |
What you tell her? |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Ain’t a nare 'nother puttin' on like me |
I can buy the bar out seven days out the week |
We gettin' money |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Wet paint, 10 stacks, chrome feet |
Digital dash, ya’ll and bucket seats |
Steering wheel costs about a G |
Plexi-glass on the windows cuzz the trunk beat |
Boom, boom, boom, boom |
Passenger is a cold ***** |
Shh, but keep that on the low between you and me |
Don’t tell nobody, uh uh, uh huh, she don’t *** down |
I got a Marriott suite, I’m bout to go down |
I was in and out, I couldn’t spend the night |
She got her man at home, I just get her right |
Uh uh, uh huh, that’s how the game goes |
Like Snoop Dogg said man, you can’t trust these **** |
I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of *** |
Gas tank full, now little mama wanna roll wit it |
What you tell her? |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Ain’t a nare 'nother puttin' on like me |
I can buy the bar out seven days out the week |
We gettin' money |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
We still gettin' money, it’s still going down |
We still poppin' bottles, we still ****** ****** |
And yeah, the chain’s platinum, but I’m still hood |
And still posted on the block, I wish a ***** would |
Ride by and give my chain a hard look |
Tryin' to take mines, **** around and get your life took |
Now all the real goons, throw your sets up |
They don’t let us in now, now they all messed up |
They know it goes down, when we come through |
Life race ahead baby, make it do what it do |
Cuzz this a new swag, wit a new swang |
You think them ***** showed they *** |
Then watch me do my **** thing |
I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of *** |
Gas tank full, now little mama wanna roll wit it |
What you tell her? |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Ain’t a nare another puttin' on like me |
I can buy the bar out seven days out the week |
We gettin' money |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Yes sirr |