Uh Huh - Molly Brazy

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)

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

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)

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

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)

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