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Uptown Funds Video (MV)




Performed By: Cabz
Language: English
Length: 1:51
Written by: Cabz z




Cabz - Uptown Funds Lyrics




4 tings in the g63
Give one ting to my boy MB
Handle the rest n i'll jeet all 3
Up in the front seat VIP
Say wag1 to the local fiend
Looking at dem that couldn't be me
I run up a bag cah they ain't in my league
Unlimited funds on the Amex and we go on a spree

I'm in the back of da whip with an ounce of sniff
Tell bro bro stop lemme bill up a spliff
Tuck it, lick it and then i backstrap it
Im the one got the roads all lit
Feds on a chase now we gotta leg it
No permit eta from the cockpit
Then she dip on my hip
And ruin my drip
So i land on the strip
And then i get in the whip

Pull up ur pants bro pull up ur pants don't sag
Ain't no serving a random cat
Why the young g come back tapped
Seen his ting and the mandem clapped
Used to live in the trap tryna get dat bag
Tryna up ma stack but still not lack
F*ck all these acts they cap in there rap
Getting all gassed cah they got a man slapped

U ain't been in the trap never once with ur bros
Ima real trap boy i dont play with ma nose
Took the yg under my wing
Took him shop and i copped him the clothes
Now the young blood got all the hoes
Stepping nice on his own ten toes
Took him to the yard and he knows what grows
Getting it all cah we running da roads

So many problems
Money wont ever be a single one
I'm from the westside
Step on my strip unknown get dun get bun
Money clandestine buy what i want don't need to check my funds
Glock on my bedside switch on this bitch burn a boy skin jus like the sun
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4 tings in the g63
Give one ting to my boy MB
Handle the rest n i'll jeet all 3
Up in the front seat VIP
Say wag1 to the local fiend
Looking at dem that couldn't be me
I run up a bag cah they ain't in my league
Unlimited funds on the Amex and we go on a spree

I'm in the back of da whip with an ounce of sniff
Tell bro bro stop lemme bill up a spliff
Tuck it, lick it and then i backstrap it
Im the one got the roads all lit
Feds on a chase now we gotta leg it
No permit eta from the cockpit
Then she dip on my hip
And ruin my drip
So i land on the strip
And then i get in the whip

Pull up ur pants bro pull up ur pants don't sag
Ain't no serving a random cat
Why the young g come back tapped
Seen his ting and the mandem clapped
Used to live in the trap tryna get dat bag
Tryna up ma stack but still not lack
F*ck all these acts they cap in there rap
Getting all gassed cah they got a man slapped

U ain't been in the trap never once with ur bros
Ima real trap boy i dont play with ma nose
Took the yg under my wing
Took him shop and i copped him the clothes
Now the young blood got all the hoes
Stepping nice on his own ten toes
Took him to the yard and he knows what grows
Getting it all cah we running da roads

So many problems
Money wont ever be a single one
I'm from the westside
Step on my strip unknown get dun get bun
Money clandestine buy what i want don't need to check my funds
Glock on my bedside switch on this bitch burn a boy skin jus like the sun
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Writer: Cabz z
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