Lil Uzi Vert Huh Boy Lyrics


Huh Boy by Lil Uzi Vert

What, 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
Throwing elbows like magnolia
Know that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can't hold this

In the back, car got the motor
My girl never drop her 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 wealth
Little bitch, I'm your dad, yea
Spending all this fucking cash, yea
Rob a nigga with no mask, yea
Run away and then I dab, yea
I understand that shit is Margiela
But I had that shit last year
Young nigga on some Raf shit
Rock Supreme with the Thrasher

What, 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
Throwing elbows like magnolia
Know that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can't hold this
What?, 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
Throwing elbows like magnolia
Know that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can't hold this

I do not really have friends
Strapped the fool Quez, that's my kin
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 nola
Make it shake like a motor
Say she in love with a nigga
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 niggas 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 the 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

What, 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
Throwing elbows like magnolia
Know that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can't hold this
What?, 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
Throwing elbows like magnolia
Know that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can't hold this

Gun on my boat like I'm Mystikal
Bitches be broke, then you pitiful
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 run up on me
I got that Llama up on 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
You the type to go up in her purse
Me and Uzi Vert in the vert
Me and Uzi Vert in the vert

What, 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
Throwing elbows like magnolia
Know that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can't hold this
What?, 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
Throwing elbows like magnolia
Know that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can't hold this

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