Uh Huh

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Quarter mil' on ice, we call that bling bling, uh huh Running up these racks on all you green beans, uh huh Foreigns in the brick, look like a dream team, uh huh Brick still on your wrist, I told you one thing, uh huh Spoil my bitch, let's get rich Type of shit I'm on Teach my click, know to hit Type of shit I'm on Take some trips, let's get lit Type of shit I'm on Uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh Yeah, bitch head go dumb Wrist been feeling numb, yeah Still totin' that gun, like he on the run Run run, run Forest run, run Forest run, yeah Might chase your boyfriend 'bout you Bitch, I'm done, yeah I drop this dick, she said you hell wit it I bought her Chanel shoes To match Chanel wit it She asked for the snow And I promise to never go tell niggas I fuck with this hoe, and she sent her lil' buddy to sell wit us Big shit poppin' Big dick energy Bitch, what's poppin' This bitch cocky Wrist'll get follies Lit like Scotty Who else getting the pills in college? Hmm (Skoob) Quarter mil' on ice, we call that bling bling, uh huh Running up these racks on all you green beans, uh huh Foreigns in the brick, look like a dream team, uh huh Brick still on your wrist, I told you one thing, uh huh Spoil my bitch, let's get rich Type of shit I'm on Teach my click, know to hit Type of shit I'm on Take some trips, let's get lit Type of shit I'm on (yeah) Uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh (Tony) Cuban link on top of a Cuban link Another Cuban link, p***y pink bon appetite Coming wit me you better not stink, I'll find you a sink You think you can fuck with this flow, lil' nigga, then load up a beat Code of the streets, I live that shit, you feel that shit They bring me whips, I don't go to no dealership When I met the plug, tell me where the fuck was you? Patna had the dog food, yaba-daba-doo Big boy rider, drip designer Draw down on him, I'll outline him Southside wit me, the whole Al-Qaeda Sell a nigga dummy, Duct Taped flour 'em Quarter mil' on ice, we call that bling bling, uh huh Running up these racks on all you green beans, uh huh Foreigns in the brick, look like a dream team, uh huh Brick still on your wrist, I told you one thing, uh huh Spoil my bitch, let's get rich Type of shit I'm on Teach my click, know to hit Type of shit I'm on Take some trips, let's get lit Type of shit I'm on Uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh --- Uh Huh - Trouble and 2 Chainz