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Lil Uzi Vert - Huh Boy lyrics


[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Woah, yea
I got that money, I'm balling
You got that money, you broke
My handgun don't got a holster
All of my n***as they soldiers
Throwing elbows like magnolia
Know that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can't hold this

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ain't no bad car, got the mobile
My girl never dropping focus
I get that b**h in my Lotus
She f** with me in a mobile
Get this money by myself
Counting hundreds by myself
Counting all these commas, spending all these commas
Rich n***a, woah
Lone b**h, I'm your dad, yea
Spending all this f**ing cash, yea
Rob a n***a with no mask, yea
Run away and then I dab, yea
I understand that sh** is Margiela
But I had that sh** last year
Young n***a I'm so ratchet
Rock Supreme with the Thrasher

[Chorus x2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Woah, yea
I got that money, I'm balling
You got that money, you broke
My handgun don't got a holster
All of my n***as they soldiers
Throwing elbows like magnolia
Know that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can't hold this

[Verse 2: Travis Porter]
I do not really have friends
Strapped da fool n Quez dats my kin
Driver pull up in that Benz
She pulling up with her friends
Twenty b**hes coming over
Twenty thousand in a coaster
Make it clap like a note
Make it shake like a motor
Say she in love with a n***a
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***as 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 louie drapes
Hustle brand new, ain't got plates
Call up Michelle for a plate
Make me the strip, wanna stay
You know that I got the cake

[Chorus x2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Woah, yea
I got that money, I'm balling
You got that money, you broke
My handgun don't got a holster
All of my n***as they soldiers
Throwing elbows like magnolia
Know that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can't hold this

[Verse 3: Travis Porter]
Gun on my boat like I'm mystikal
b**hes be broke, then you pityful
My watch is Sonny like Digital
b**hes be broke, we ain't hearing you
I got that bank and I show it
Walk in the bank and they know me
Might cop a tank with a Rollie
Might cop a tank with a Rollie (what?!)
n***a do not run up me
I got that Llama on for me
Then we gon' talk to your homies
That n***a talked to the police
Telling a n***a description
Said that a n***a was fly as a b**h and they was taking his picture
And the j**elry all gold, yea
And he pull up with his woes, yea
VIP full of hoes, yea
Baby playing with her nose, yea
I'm the type to put a b**h 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 x2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Woah, yea
I got that money, I'm balling
You got that money, you broke
My handgun don't got a holster
All of my n***as they soldiers
Throwing elbows like magnolia
Know that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can't hold this