Lil Uzi Vert – Huh Boy Lyrics

[Hook: 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 niggas they soldiers
[?] like magnolia
No 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 bitch in my Lotus
She fuck with me in a mobile
Get this money by myself
Counting hundreds by myself
Counting all these commas, spending all these commas
Rich nigga, woah
Lone bitch, I’m your dad, yea
Spending all this fucking cash, yea
Rob a nigga with no a mask, yea
Run away and then I dab, yea
I understand that shit is Margiela
But I had that shit last year
Young nigga I’m so ratchet
Rock Supreme with the Thrasher

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] (x2)
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 niggas they soldiers
[?] like magnolia
No that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can’t hold this

[Verse 2: Travis Porter]
I do not really have friends
Strapped [?]
Driver pull up in that Benz
She pulling up with her friends
Twenty bitches 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 nigga
Say she in love with the light
I ain’t been home in a minute
And yes, she be getting me right
Say she really want a sentence
My young niggas got plenty
Hundred thousand on [?]
Fishtailing out of Denny’s
We gonna book you a day
I get the money, escape
You know that [?]
You know I [?] 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

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] (x2)
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 niggas they soldiers
[?] like magnolia
No that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can’t hold this

[Verse 3: Travis Porter]
[?]
Bitches be broke, then you pityful
My watch is Sonny like Digital
Bitches 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?!)
Nigga do not wanna fold me
I got that Llama on for me
Then we gon’ talk to your homies
That nigga talked to the police
Telling a nigga description
Said that a nigga was fly as a bitch and they was taking his picture
And the jewelry 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 bitch to work
Your the type to go up in her purse
Me and Uzi Vert in the [?]
Me and Uzi Vert in the [?]

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] (x2)
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 niggas they soldiers
[?] like magnolia
No that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can’t hold this

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