Uh Huh Letra

Rack on rack and hollow with the 45's in the trunk,
Turn it up and let it pop
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah

(Verse)
Uhu, aha, that's what I made her say
Cause Hurricane made a stick down in a major way
Ok, let's go, my money straight
I play to win, every time, let me demonstrate, my real estate
My condo in Atlanta, mansion in Louisiana
Couple million in the bank, I feed my dog file mignon steak
Pocket full of money, workin like I need crutches
And I got a really big engine, run up with the peanut butter, guts on the inside
Causing I make the speaker sound, like it's on my turn to talk
I'm standing representing my hood, living it up
I go super stupid dumb, just run up and try your luck
Watch how quick I bust you up
Hoe I think you mad, cause this chick want me to fill her up
And drop her right back off to him
Right after we pin her up
Splurging, I be spending bucks, swerving in my Bentley truck
But Bentley don't make a truck
Ok, well I just made that up
See me surf had to sleep at the red light, barely could keep my head up
We gonn play big bank take lil bank up
That will show who got they bread up

(Hook)
See me by myself, I got that thang with me
And that club ain't shit if you ain't make it rain in it
Rack on rack and hollow with the 45's in the trunk,
Turn it up and let it pop
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah

(Verse)
I got a hoe, said I holler hurricane
All the bad chicks said they wanna hold my chain
She was giving me brain, and I'm kill all the bodies
I didn't even know her name
Whole lot of stacks in the backpack, really we ain't got no trust but to make it rain
Tell me, have you ever been to Onyx
Standing in the middle of the floor with a fistfull of hunneds
All about, all about the money
When the club close, I be leaving with somebody else with me
Take her to the road, put her in the bed,
Plus I'm pullind ends, now you're telling me I'm all about the stomach
Whatever your name I done done it
Got a lot of fame in the game but I don't act funny
My neck look froze I’mma respect come, they better try not go outside there’s a hurricane coming
Rap through the city, in a 'lac 2 chicks on the backseat kissing each other on the mouth
You can take off your tong if this your song
I wanna see what you bout
The club ain't shit until the thunderstorm get it
Got the whole club rocking Louisiana we get jiggy
Less be creepin if you strippin and we tippin that's the bizness baby
I’m 51-50, big money I comprehend it
Lil mama want me to eat it, like a pit off in the city
Hurricane Chris and Drumma Boy on the track it's ridiculous

(Hook x2)
See me by myself, I got that thang with me
And that club ain't shit if you ain't make it rain in it
Rack on rack and hollow with the 45's in the trunk,
Turn it up and let it pop
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah