Lyrics Uh Huh by Molly Brazy

Uh-huh
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Ayy, turn me up
Man, what the f*ck 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 f*ck with the guap
Rude bitch, shoot his shot, he need assist, that nigga missed
I don't f*ck with niggas who don't be up on they shit
I don't f*ck 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, f*ck 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 f*ck up off my line, I need millis
Put them twenties up, boy, want to see them hundreds
Worried 'bout a f*ckboy, that is not what's up, sis
Broke nigga, that's the type my mama said don't f*ck with
Real bitch, I'm the type your nigga wanna f*ck 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 p*ssy, you can't play with me or f*ck 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