Uh Huh

[Intro]
Uh-huh
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Ayy, turn me up
Man, what the fuck this nigga on?
What, you got some money? You want a feature?
Hold on, I'm in the studio, nigga (Winners Circle)

[Chorus]
Got a bag, I'ma spend it (I'ma spend it)
Pop out, matching bags with my bitches (Bags with my bitches, yeah)
Lame bitches worried 'bout a nigga (Worried 'bout a nigga)
Can't catch me worried 'bout a nigga, uh-uh
Pop out, matching bags with my bitches (With my bitches, yeah)
He got a bag, I'ma spend it (And I'ma spend it)
Lame bitches worried 'bout a nigga (Worried 'bout a nigga, hah)
Can't catch me worried 'bout a nigga, uh-uh

[Verse 1]
I don't talk a lot, I'd rather get the guap
Hoes on my dick, told 'em to lick the top
Fast money, bitch, I'm really quick to the guap
Cut that nigga off faster if he fuck with the guap
Rude bitch, shoot his shot, he need assist, that nigga missed
I don't fuck with niggas who don't be up on they shit
I don't fuck with these bitches 'cause these hoes ain't shit
Put some diamonds on myself, I treat myself like I'm my bitch
Uh-huh, I need my money all hundreds
Money lookin' like I hit the bank and told 'em, "Run it"
I might see her nigga just to make her mad, fuck it
I ain't worried 'bout a nigga, not a ho, nan' nothin' (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]
Got a bag, I'ma spend it (I'ma spend it)
Pop out, matching bags with my bitches (Bags with my bitches, yeah)
Lame bitches worried 'bout a nigga (Worried 'bout a nigga)
Can't catch me worried 'bout a nigga, uh-uh
Pop out, matching bags with my bitches (With my bitches, yeah)
He got a bag, I'ma spend it (And I'ma spend it)
Lame bitches worried 'bout a nigga (Worried 'bout a nigga, hah)
Can't catch me worried 'bout a nigga, uh-uh

[Verse 2]
I'm too pretty to be silly over silly
Told that nigga get the fuck up off my line, I need millis
Put them twenties up, boy, want to see them hundreds
Worried 'bout a fuckboy, that is not what's up, sis
Broke nigga, that's the type my mama said don't fuck with
Real bitch, I'm the type your nigga wanna fuck with
MC Brazy 'cause these niggas can't touch this
Someone tell these hoes to run up so they can get done quick
Drop addy on that, like, "What's up, bitch?"
I ain't pussy, you can't play with me or fuck with it
Tell these hoes to get some goals beyond some dumb shit
I be on some bread shit, they be on some crumb shit (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]
Got a bag, I'ma spend it (I'ma spend it)
Pop out, matching bags with my bitches (Bags with my bitches, yeah)
Lame bitches worried 'bout a nigga (Worried 'bout a nigga)
Can't catch me worried 'bout a nigga, uh-uh
Pop out, matching bags with my bitches (With my bitches, yeah)
He got a bag, I'ma spend it (And I'ma spend it)
Lame bitches worried 'bout a nigga (Worried 'bout a nigga, hah)
Can't catch me worried 'bout a nigga, uh-uh