Joey Trap Uberr Lyrics

Red lean look like Cliford
Cbass, bitch
Akachi on the beat, lil bitch (Aye!)

Up in the mornin', I roll me a blunt
It's only 7 AM and I'm thinkin' 'bout money, you thinkin' 'bout stuff
Sleep at your crib, boy you broke as a buck
I'm thinkin' 'bout flyin' out
I'll go to Miami just spyin' out
You thinkin' bout how to get high now
I'm thinkin' I'll maybe retire now

You can't even purchase a 10 sack
I smoke with my plug in the Benz back
I post in my lab, it's my hideout
Got twenty locations and ten stacks
Look, I swear my car got accessories
Wrist comin' out, lookin' sexy
Call out the plays like a referee
There ain't too many that mess with me
Circle so small, I need motherf*ckin' less of me
Uh, look, uh

My bitch is bad, her p*ssy is wet
Back to the crib, I'm makin' a wreck
Look, look
Back to the crib, I'm makin' a wreck
Ain't even f*ck her, I play with the neck
She ain't stay over, I Uber that back, uh, yeah, look
She ain't stay over, I Uber that back
She ain't stay over, I Uber that, look

Smoke me a dutch, I'm finna roll me a blunt
I roll up all of my f*cks
The Bentley is lit, I put a stick in the trunk
You pussies don't wan' get hit
I don't give a shit, like I'm on Pepto
I'm out in Daygo, catch me at Petco
Said I'm her Padre, hoe call me daddy, uh
My new bitch look like a baddy, uh
I'm gettin' cake, like it's patty, uh
I'm in that Rari or Caddy, uh
I prolly chill Puerto Rico, baby so thick I said she got a fatty, uh
Tell you a story 'bout me and my niggas
We roll through the hood with them triggers
Just lookin' for p*ssy , I hope we can pop
I don't f*ck with cops, got evil to stop Big rollie face, it look like a clock
Ya Bitch wanna f*ck, I just want the top
I need the mansion, need me the box
I feel like I'm Patrick, stars on my watch

Up in the mornin', I roll me a blunt
It's only 7 AM and I'm thinkin' 'bout money, you thinkin' 'bout stuff
Sleep at your crib, boy you broke as a buck
I'm thinkin' 'bout flyin' out
I go to Miami just buy it now
You thinkin' bout how to get high now
I'm thinkin' I'll maybe retire now, look

I'm gettin' bands that poppin', mm
These haters is mad, they watchin', mm
Just spent 30,000 shoppin', mm
Play Joey, their heads start boppin', look, uh, what? Bitch
I met that shorty just yesterday
Call her a Lyft to my crib today
Course we go up to a shopping mall
If she lucky we might have a dinner date
Sike I'm kiddin' your bitch eat fish filet
Haha, McDonald's

My bitch is bad, her p*ssy is wet
Back to the crib, I'm makin' a wreck
Look, look
Back to the crib, I'm makin' a wreck
Ain't even f*ck her, I play with the neck
She ain't stay over, I Uber that back, uh, yeah, look
She ain't stay over, I Uber that back
She ain't stay over, I Uber that, look

Smoke me a dutch, I'm finna roll me a blunt
I roll up all of my f*cks
The Bentley is lit, I put a stick in the trunk
You pussies don't wan' get hit
I don't give a shit, like I'm on Pepto
I'm out in Daygo, catch me at Petco
Said I'm her Padre, hoe call me daddy, uh
My new bitch look like a baddy, uh
I'm gettin' cake, like it's patty, uh
I'm in that Rari or Caddy, uh
Look
Baddie
Its Joey Trap call me daddy