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lil uzi vert – huh boy lyrics

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[intro]
f-kk 12
dp on the beat

[chorus: lil uzi vert]
what? yeah (huh?)
i got that money, i’m ballin’ (i got it)
you got that money, you broke (no)
my handgun don’t got a holster (bah)
all of my n-ggas, they soldiers (yeah)
throwing elbows like magnolia (uh)
know that my belt be that goyard (huh?)
uh, no you can’t hold this (get off), ayy

[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
in the back, car got the motor, ayy
my girl never drops her focus (yeah), ayy
i get that b-tch in my lotus, ayy
she f-ck with me in a mobile, ayy
get this money by myself, yeah
counting hundreds by myself, yeah
counting all these commas, spending all these commas
rich n-gga wealth, yeah
little b-tch, i’m your dad, yeah (huh?)
spending all this f-cking cash, yeah
rob a n-gga with no mask, yeah
run away and then i dab, yeah
i understand that sh-t is margiela
but i had that sh-t last year (yeah)
young n-gga on some raf sh-t (huh?)
rock supreme with the thrasher (yeah)

[chorus: lil uzi vert]
what? yeah (huh?)
i got that money, i’m ballin’ (i got it)
you got that money, you broke (no)
my handgun don’t got a holster (bah)
all of my n-ggas, they soldiers (yeah)
throwing elbows like magnolia (uh)
know that my belt be that goyard (huh?)
uh, no you can’t hold this (get off)
what? yeah (huh?)
i got that money, i’m ballin’ (i got it)
you got that money, you broke (no)
my handgun don’t got a holster (bah)
all of my n-ggas, they soldiers (yeah)
throwing elbows like magnolia (uh)
know that my belt be that goyard (huh?)
uh, no you can’t hold this (get off)

[verse 2: ali]
i do not really have friends
strapped the fool quez, that’s my kin
driver pull up in that benz
she pulling up with her friends
twenty b-tches coming over
twenty thousand in a coaster
make it clap like a nola
make it shake like a motor
say she in love with a n-gga
say she in love with the life
i ain’t been home in a minute
and yes, she be getting me right
say she really want a sentence
my young n-ggas got plenty
hundred thousand in the skinnies
fishtailing out of denny’s
we gonna book you a day
i get the money, escape
you know the windbreaker is bape
you know i louis the drapes
hustle brand new, ain’t got plates
call up mich-lle for a plate
make me the strip, wanna stay
you know that i got the cake

[chorus: lil uzi vert]
what? yeah (huh?)
i got that money, i’m ballin’ (i got it)
you got that money, you broke (no)
my handgun don’t got a holster (bah)
all of my n-ggas, they soldiers (yeah)
throwing elbows like magnolia (uh)
know that my belt be that goyard (huh?)
uh, no you can’t hold this (get off)
what? yeah (huh?)
i got that money, i’m ballin’ (i got it)
you got that money, you broke (no)
my handgun don’t got a holster (bah)
all of my n-ggas, they soldiers (yeah)
throwing elbows like magnolia (uh)
know that my belt be that goyard (huh?)
uh, no you can’t hold this (get off)

[verse 3: black boe]
gun on my boat like i’m mystikal (whoa)
b-tches be broke, then you pitiful (get out)
my watch is sonny like digital (woo)
b-tches be broke, we ain’t hearing you
i got that bank and i show it (show it)
walk in the bank and they know me (they know me)
might cop a tank with a rollie (whoa)
might cop a tank with a rollie, yeah
what? (what?), yeah (yeah)
n-gga, do not run up on me (no)
i got that llama up on me (woo)
then we gon’ come for your homies
that n-gga talked to the police (what he say?)
telling a n-gga description (d-mn)
said that a n-gga was fly as a b-tch
and they was taking his picture (woo)
and the jewelry all gold, yeah (gold)
and he pull up with his woes, yeah (woes)
v.i.p. full of hoes, yeah
baby playing with her nose, yeah
i’m the type to put a b-tch to work
you the type to go up in her purse
me and uzi vert in the vert
me and uzi vert in the vert

[chorus: lil uzi vert]
what? yeah (huh?)
i got that money, i’m ballin’ (i got it)
you got that money, you broke (no)
my handgun don’t got a holster (bah)
all of my n-ggas, they soldiers (yeah)
throwing elbows like magnolia (uh)
know that my belt be that goyard (huh?)
uh, no you can’t hold this (get off)
what? yeah (huh?)
i got that money, i’m ballin’ (i got it)
you got that money, you broke (no)
my handgun don’t got a holster (bah)
all of my n-ggas, they soldiers (yeah)
throwing elbows like magnolia (uh)
know that my belt be that goyard (huh?)
uh, no you can’t hold this (get off)

[outro: lil uzi vert]
ayy
f-kk 12
dp on the beat