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Uhhh pulled up flexing with my top down
Omoney I rock HellStar foreign car expensive parts
(Uhh) like a car my shooter came push to start
(Mhm) new pack hitting hard blew a bag village mart
(Uhh) I stayed out her business I was trying to play my part
My dog he so vicious he don't even sit or nun he just trained to bark
(Uhh) He just trained to shoot I was trained to get that loot
All black Prada boots looking like combats shoes
(Uhh) (uhh) We ain't fighting in the club nor doing no combat moves
I can't pick I let my vibe choose to talk to guys rude
(Uhh) my trap it get dangerous I wouldn't even ill advise nobody to do it
They was up three one like curry then they blew it
Ion dance or get sturdy I just count a bankroll and make it leak like fluid
Pull up sharper than a sword say he want war like waka oh let's do it (uhh)
I pay Cash for it digit my dash board
Ain't gone ask for it call on my young-in coming like a landlord
Back to the drawing board I was trying to dunk on some in my last quarter
Three deep like Travis porter Vett motors fast forward
Can't hang with task force you'll whole cop you ain't no Bad Boy
I don't even brag boy I just came through switching lanes in a fast toy
Uhhh pulled up flexing with my top down
Omoney I rock HellStar foreign car expensive parts
(Uhh) like a car my shooter came push to start
(Mhm) new pack hitting hard blew a bag village mart
(Uhh) I stayed out her business I was trying to play my part
My dog he so vicious he don't even sit or nun he just trained to bark
(Uhh) He just trained to shoot I was trained to get that loot
All black Prada boots looking like combats shoes
(Uhh) We ain't fighting in the club nor doing no combat moves
I can't pick I let my vibe choose like my outfit she Rhude
She just put me on all the sauce I treat her like fan duel
I was told always be a boss I heat up like can food
(Uhh) you hear engines in my background
I recount all my racks I got balmain khakis
I don't discriminate I got white customers Abby's
I can't participate you and your homeboy y'all be two face
(Ye) face look like Ella Mai she wouldn't down to pick up no Jpay
(Ye) ain't even had nun to say they couldn't relate to my François
Uhhh pulled up flexing with my top down
Omoney I rock HellStar foreign car expensive parts
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Uhhh pulled up flexing with my top down
Omoney I rock HellStar foreign car expensive parts
(Uhh) like a car my shooter came push to start
(Mhm) new pack hitting hard blew a bag village mart
(Uhh) I stayed out her business I was trying to play my part
My dog he so vicious he don't even sit or nun he just trained to bark
(Uhh) He just trained to shoot I was trained to get that loot
All black Prada boots looking like combats shoes
(Uhh) (uhh) We ain't fighting in the club nor doing no combat moves
I can't pick I let my vibe choose to talk to guys rude
(Uhh) my trap it get dangerous I wouldn't even ill advise nobody to do it
They was up three one like curry then they blew it
Ion dance or get sturdy I just count a bankroll and make it leak like fluid
Pull up sharper than a sword say he want war like waka oh let's do it (uhh)
I pay Cash for it digit my dash board
Ain't gone ask for it call on my young-in coming like a landlord
Back to the drawing board I was trying to dunk on some in my last quarter
Three deep like Travis porter Vett motors fast forward
Can't hang with task force you'll whole cop you ain't no Bad Boy
I don't even brag boy I just came through switching lanes in a fast toy
Uhhh pulled up flexing with my top down
Omoney I rock HellStar foreign car expensive parts
(Uhh) like a car my shooter came push to start
(Mhm) new pack hitting hard blew a bag village mart
(Uhh) I stayed out her business I was trying to play my part
My dog he so vicious he don't even sit or nun he just trained to bark
(Uhh) He just trained to shoot I was trained to get that loot
All black Prada boots looking like combats shoes
(Uhh) We ain't fighting in the club nor doing no combat moves
I can't pick I let my vibe choose like my outfit she Rhude
She just put me on all the sauce I treat her like fan duel
I was told always be a boss I heat up like can food
(Uhh) you hear engines in my background
I recount all my racks I got balmain khakis
I don't discriminate I got white customers Abby's
I can't participate you and your homeboy y'all be two face
(Ye) face look like Ella Mai she wouldn't down to pick up no Jpay
(Ye) ain't even had nun to say they couldn't relate to my François
Uhhh pulled up flexing with my top down
Omoney I rock HellStar foreign car expensive parts
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Writer: Omari Spearman
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O-Money Uhhh Video


Performed By: O-Money
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Omari Spearman

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