Uh Huh-Trae Tha Truth

I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of dro Gas tank full, little mama wanna roll wit it What you tell her? Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Ain't a nare 'nother puttin' on like me I can buy the bar out seven days out the week We gettin' money Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh I'm gettin' money, I'm doin' my thang Check out my car, check out my chain Me and you, we are not he same, at all You be fakin' wit it, I let my nuts hang The Alfa flow, plus a nitty beat Equals mo money baby, and mo freaks to freak They cut the check, that's why I'm stuntin' on em And they know in they hearts, that they don't want it, at all Cause I got new Nena's, and new choppas Then send these old niggas to some new doctors I dropped a hundred at the mall but I ain't done yet I'm a real hood nigga, what the f**k did you expect? I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of dro Gas tank full, little mama wanna roll wit it What you tell her? Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Ain't a nare 'nother puttin' on like me I can buy the bar out seven days out the week We gettin' money Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Wet paint, 10 Stacks, chrome feet Digital dash, ya'll and bucket seats Steering wheel costs about a G Plexi-glass on the windows cuzz the trunk beat Boom, boom, boom, boom Passenger is a cold freak Shh, but keep that on the hush between you and me Don't tell nobody, uh uh, uh huh, she don't get down I got a Marriott suite, I'm bout to go down I was in and out, I couldn't spend the night She got her man at home, I just get her right Uh uh, uh huh, that's how the game goes Like Snoop Dogg said man, you can't trust these hoes I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of dro Gas tank full, little mama wanna roll wit it What you tell her? Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Ain't a nare 'nother puttin' on like me I can buy the bar out seven days out the week We gettin' money Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh We still gettin' money, it's still going down We still poppin' bottles, we still blowin' pounds And yeah, the chain's platinum, but I'm still hood And still posted on the block, I wish a n***a would Ride by and give my chain a hard look Tryin' to take mines, f**k around and get your life took Now all the real goons, throw your sets up They don't let us in now, now they all messed up They know it goes down, when we come through Life race head baby, make it do what it do Cuzz this a new swag, wit a new swang You think them niggas showed they ass Then watch me do my damn thing I got a pocket full of money, a cigarillo full of dro Gas tank full, little mama wanna roll wit it What you tell her? Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Ain't a nare another puttin' on like me I can buy the bar out seven days out the week We gettin' money Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Yes sirr