Uh Huh-Trae Tha Truth

歌手 : Trae Tha Truth

专辑 : Still Tippin 1.5

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:29

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TXT Uh Huh-Trae Tha Truth 文本歌词

I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of dro

Gas tank full, little mama wanna roll wit it

What you tell her?

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

I'm gettin' money, I'm doin' my thang

Check out my car, check out my chain

Me and you, we are not he same, at all

You be fakin' wit it, I let my nuts hang

The Alfa flow, plus a nitty beat

Equals mo money baby, and mo freaks to freak

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 niggas to some new doctors

I dropped a hundred at the mall but I ain't done yet

I'm a real hood nigga, what the f**k did you expect?

I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of dro

Gas tank full, little mama wanna roll wit it

What you tell her?

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

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 freak

Shh, but keep that on the hush between you and me

Don't tell nobody, uh uh, uh huh, she don't get 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 hoes

I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of dro

Gas tank full, little mama wanna roll wit it

What you tell her?

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

We still gettin' money, it's still going down

We still poppin' bottles, we still blowin' pounds

And yeah, the chain's platinum, but I'm still hood

And still posted on the block, I wish a n***a would

Ride by and give my chain a hard look

Tryin' to take mines, f**k 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 head baby, make it do what it do

Cuzz this a new swag, wit a new swang

You think them niggas showed they ass

Then watch me do my damn thing

I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of dro

Gas tank full, little mama wanna roll wit it

What you tell her?

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

Yes sirr