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