Uh Ohh Lyrics - Master Of Ceremonies - Styles P

- Styles P] 

I heard you gettin' money but you're not like me 

I heard your little raps but you're not SP 

So close your fuckin' mouth when you're next to a G 

Glock 500, but these bullets come free 

Money make the world go 'round, plus vertical 

From no car to a luxury convertible 

Niggas that had love now wanna murder you 

I be spazzin', blitzin' like all Madden 

Me and this pretty hunny sharin' this orgasm 

I'm on the 'Gnac and shorty on the Murlo 

Fur coat to the homie on the furlo 

Drivin' on murder beach, slow than a turtle 

65 there then 65 back 

You could get a million dollars off of 65 stacks 

We neither here, we neither there 

But if the car smell like smoke then nigga Febreze the air 

Spray the ozium, still break bread 

With niggas that move opium and still racketeer 

Huntin' for money so run like a pack of deer 

If you ain't heard me clear that's why I'm clappin' at your ear 

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Three guns on set, which one you wanna hear 

Got the paper on deck, throw that money in the air 

When I pull up in the front, all these niggas do is stare 

I'm a dream to these women but these niggas; nightmare 

Yeah, uh-ohh! 

I heard you gettin' money but you're not like me 

I heard your little raps but you're not SP 

So close your fuckin' mouth when you're next to a G 

Glock 500, but these bullets come free 

Uh-ohh! 

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The hardest out just got cockier 

Tell these rap niggas round they little posse up 

Your cars got bigger and your jewels got rockier 

But the Ghost move just like the mafia 

You wanna know what I'm talkin' 'bout 

Knockin' I ain't home then go to my other house 

My moms ain't home then go to her other house 

Real till I go to my father and little brother's house 

That's up in heaven, nigga 

God forgive me for robberies, never was a beggin' nigga 

Put 30 holes and you fuckin' with a 7 nigga 

Lyrics for anybody who rap; whatever, nigga 

And i mean it 

With no click or no crew, bring the steam to you like the cleaners 

And I'll press you and let you air dry 

Yeah it's a rap, my nigga, that's your air time 

Three guns on set, which one you wanna hear 

Got the paper on deck, throw that money in the air 

When I pull up in the front, all these niggas do is stare 

I'm a dream to these women but these niggas; nightmare 

Yeah, uh-ohh! 

I heard you gettin' money but you're not like me 

I heard your little raps but you're not SP 

So close your fuckin' mouth when you're next to a G 

Glock 500, but these bullets come free 

Uh-ohh! 

Hope to live to see my young son turn into my oldest son 

Smokin' weed, countin' money with a loaded gun 

Never thought the platinum era's better than the golden one 

These niggas gon' see when the soldiers come 

Titanium raps 

Lyrically lap niggas, to tell the truth; none of us is on the same track 

You just gettin' to the park 

I'm runnin' cross-country, like the Africans, the one's who don't be stopping when it's dark 

I'm just tryna write the script, you just tryna play the part 

You the arms, I'm the brain and the soul and the heart 

These them over-your-head bars 

Live nigga, killin' your dead bars 

Three guns on set, which one you wanna hear 

Got the paper on deck, throw that money in the air 

When I pull up in the front, all these niggas do is stare 

I'm a dream to these women but these niggas; nightmare 

Yeah, uh-ohh! 

I heard you gettin' money but you're not like me 

I heard your little raps but you're not SP 

So close your fuckin' mouth when you're next to a G 

Glock 500, but these bullets come free 

Uh-ohh!