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

Fuck 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