Uh Huh - T.I., Rick Ross, Bun B

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