Uh Huh
Alfamega ft. Rick Ross Bun B %26 T.I. Lyrics


This a Nitty beat
If you don't respect nothing else
Oh, you gonna respect this hustle partna'
Alfamega, you up next partna'

I got a pocket full of money
A cigarillo full of dro
Gas tank full
Now lil' mamma wanna roll
(So what you tell 'em)
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh (this the king)
Ain't a nare notha' puttin' on like me (ok)
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, yes sir!

I'm gettin' money
I'm doin' my thing
Check out my car
Check out my chain
Me and you
We are not the same
(Not at all)
You be fakin' with it
I let my nuts hang
The alpha 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 their heart
That they don't want it
'Cause I got new nina's
And new choppa's
Let's 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 fuck did you expect

I got a pocket full of money
A cigarillo full of dro
Gas tank full
Now lil' mamma wanna roll
(So what you tell 'em)
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh (this the king)
Ain't a nare notha' puttin' on like me (ok)
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, yes sir!

Wet paint, (Ten Stacks)
Chrome feet
Digital dash y'all and bucket seats
Steering wheel costs about a G
Plexi-glass on the windows
'Cause the trunk beat
Boom, boom, boom
Passenger is a cold freak
Shh, but keep that on the hush between you and me
Uh huh, 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 HUH, 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
Now lil' mamma wanna roll
(So what you tell 'em)
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh (this the king)
Ain't a nare notha' puttin' on like me (ok)
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, yes sir!

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 nigga would
Ride by and give my chain a hard look
Tryin' to take mines
Fuck 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
'Cause this a new swag
With 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
Now lil' mamma wanna roll
(So what you tell 'em)
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh (this the king)
Ain't a nare notha' puttin' on like me (ok)
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, yes sir!





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