Uh Huh lyrics

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

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

[Verse 1]
I don't talk a lot, I'd rather get the guap
Hoes on my di*k, told 'em to lick the top
Fast money, b*tch, I'm really quick to the guap
Cut that n*gga off faster if he f*ck with the guap
Rude b*tch, shoot his shot, he need assist, that n*gga missed
I don't f*ck with n*ggas who don't be up on they sh*t
I don't f*ck with these b*tches 'cause these hoes ain't sh*t
Put some diamonds on myself, I treat myself like I'm my b*tch
Uh-huh, I need my money all hundreds
Money lookin' like I hit the bank and told 'em, "Run it"
I might see her n*gga just to make her mad, f*ck it
I ain't worried 'bout a n*gga, 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 b*tches (Bags with my b*tches, yeah)
Lame b*tches worried 'bout a n*gga (Worried 'bout a n*gga)
Can't catch me worried 'bout a n*gga, uh-uh
Pop out, matching bags with my b*tches (With my b*tches, yeah)
He got a bag, I'ma spend it (And I'ma spend it)
Lame b*tches worried 'bout a n*gga (Worried 'bout a n*gga, hah)
Can't catch me worried 'bout a n*gga, uh-uh

[Verse 2]
I'm too pretty to be silly over silly
Told that n*gga get the f*ck up off my line, I need millis
Put them twenties up, boy, want to see them hundreds
Worried 'bout a f*ckboy, that is not what's up, sis
Broke n*gga, that's the type my mama said don't f*ck with
Real b*tch, I'm the type your n*gga wanna f*ck with
MC Brazy 'cause these n*ggas 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, b*tch?"
I ain't pus*y, you can't play with me or f*ck with it
Tell these hoes to get some goals beyond some dumb sh*t
I be on some bread sh*t, they be on some crumb sh*t (Uh-huh)

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