Uber Driver Flow lyrics

[Intro: Megan Thee Stallion]
Tryna keep my pockets swole, I don't answer to nobody
If it ain’t about the money then it ain't about nuttin

[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
Somebody call a Uber and get this b*tch away from me
Dirty ratchet b*tch wanna fight but I'm too Maybelline
Get this b*tch a hug or some drugs or some tissue please
I don’t know what her issue is, I don't know where her n*gga been
I ain't no jaw-jackin' b*tch but my outfit be talking sh*t (b*tch)
Running through the mall with your daddy, he bought all this sh*t
I gotta keep breaking hoes out (Break em out)
'Cause my name stay in these hoes mouth (Yeah)
I can bet on they ass like the south
Living like a vacay, taking off
Ay, lighting up my phone, he like "Megan, what you on?"
I'm like "Chillin, getting money, sipping Henny in this thong"
He say "Girl, I'm finna come see"
I said "Nah, n*gga, stay where you be"
I don't need your b*tch trippin’ on me
Mr. Krab ass hoes, salty (Ahh)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Megan Thee Stallion]
I’m tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper (Make this paper n*gga)
I'm riding round, I’m chiefing loud
I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole (Tryna keep my pockets swole)
I do just what I want, don't see myself answering to no one (I don't answer to nobody)
Ain’t bout the money, then I'm not involved (If it ain't about the money then it ain't about nuttin)
[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
What the f*ck I did? What the f*ck I do?
Sad ass hoe, still mad, what's new?
Came in this b*tch with the too live crew
And a two-piece looking like new-new
Everythang on fleek, yo' old b*tch so weak
Yo' best friend my freak and yo n*gga take me to eat
Pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that sh*t, don't stop
Ah, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, booty on jiggle when I walk
Ay, she damn near wrecked my car
Tryna drive all on this bar (Damn)
b*tch I am a star, I live next door to Mars (Ay)
I ain't with the drama, I ain't with the drama (I ain't really with it n*gga)
Don't be blowing up my phone, call your baby mama (Call your baby mama n*gga)
If you hit me more than twice it must be 'bout some money (Motherf*ckin' money)
Ay, I'm just being real, I ain't actin' funny (Ay)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Megan Thee Stallion]
I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper (Make this paper n*gga)
I'm riding round, I'm chiefing loud
I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole (Tryna keep my pockets swole)
I do just what I want, don't see myself answering to no one (I don't answer to nobody)
Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved (If it ain't about the money then it ain't about nuttin)