Artist: Lil Uzi Vert f/ Travis Porter Album: Huh Boy (S) Song: Huh Boy Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] Woah, yea I got that money, I'm balling You got that money, you broke My handgun don't got a holster All of my niggas they soldiers Throwing elbows like magnolia Know that my belt be that Goyard Uh, no you can't hold this [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Ain't no bad car, got the mobile My girl never dropping focus I get that bitch in my Lotus She fuck with me in a mobile Get this money by myself Counting hundreds by myself Counting all these commas, spending all these commas Rich nigga, woah Lone bitch, I'm your dad, yea Spending all this fucking cash, yea Rob a nigga with no mask, yea Run away and then I dab, yea I understand that shit is Margiela But I had that shit last year Young nigga I'm so ratchet Rock Supreme with the Thrasher [Chorus x2: Lil Uzi Vert] Woah, yea I got that money, I'm balling You got that money, you broke My handgun don't got a holster All of my niggas they soldiers Throwing elbows like magnolia Know that my belt be that Goyard Uh, no you can't hold this [Verse 2: Travis Porter] I do not really have friends Strapped da fool n Quez dats my kin Driver pull up in that Benz She pulling up with her friends Twenty bitches coming over Twenty thousand in a coaster Make it clap like a note Make it shake like a motor Say she in love with a nigga Say she in love with the life I ain't been home in a minute And yes, she be getting me right Say she really want a sentence My young niggas got plenty Hundred thousand in the skinnies Fishtailing out of Denny's We gonna book you a day I get the money, escape You know the windbreaker is Bape You know I louie drapes Hustle brand new, ain't got plates Call up Michelle for a plate Make me the strip, wanna stay You know that I got the cake [Chorus x2: Lil Uzi Vert] Woah, yea I got that money, I'm balling You got that money, you broke My handgun don't got a holster All of my niggas they soldiers Throwing elbows like magnolia Know that my belt be that Goyard Uh, no you can't hold this [Verse 3: Travis Porter] Gun on my boat like I'm mystikal Bitches be broke, then you pityful My watch is Sonny like Digital Bitches be broke, we ain't hearing you I got that bank and I show it Walk in the bank and they know me Might cop a tank with a Rollie Might cop a tank with a Rollie (what?!) Nigga do not run up me I got that Llama on for me Then we gon' talk to your homies That nigga talked to the police Telling a nigga description Said that a nigga was fly as a bitch and they was taking his picture And the jewelry all gold, yea And he pull up with his woes, yea VIP full of hoes, yea Baby playing with her nose, yea I'm the type to put a bitch to work You the type to go up in her purse Me and Uzi Vert in the vert Me and Uzi Vert in the vert [Chorus x2: Lil Uzi Vert] Woah, yea I got that money, I'm balling You got that money, you broke My handgun don't got a holster All of my niggas they soldiers Throwing elbows like magnolia Know that my belt be that Goyard Uh, no you can't hold this