Uber Lyrics

Uber - Roddy Ricch

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Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Pinnacle at the top

Tryna show you how I ball baby

I be driving foreign cars baby

Bring you shopping at the mall baby

I'm just tryna show you off baby

Wanna shoot you to the stars baby

Wanna shoot you to the stars baby

You are baby

iPhone making money moves

You know I'm tryna make a mil baby

I don't need to pop a silly front

She wanna tell you how I feel baby

Let me know you keep it real baby

When I slide you hold the steel baby

You already know they deal baby

Please don't ever fight the feel baby yeah, yeah

I'm taking her home cause she seem that she don't [?]when I'm flexin

I'm running it up for me and you, don't ask me no questions

A lot of niggas try to hate on me but I'm just running up a bag

Three Jane don't miss a nigga riding up in a Jag

I cannot trust your word I know what you niggas is for

You ain't gotta roll a lease I don't got a minute at all

Smoking that moon and she said he's gon send her tomorrow

Cousin was yesterday, fuck her today then I'm gon fuck ehr lil sister tomorrow

Tryna show you how I ball baby

I be driving foreign cars baby

Bring you shopping at the mall baby

I'm just tryna show you off baby

Wanna shoot you to the stars baby

Wanna shoot you to the stars baby

You are baby

iPhone making money moves

You know I'm tryna make a mil baby

I don't need to pop a silly front

She wanna tell you how I feel baby

Let me know you keep it real baby

When I slide you hold the steel baby

You already know they deal baby

Please don't ever fight the feel baby yeah, yeah

She be showing me her real colors, yes sometimes I gotta let it go

And sometimes I gotta let her know, change the bag with me baby

She finessing on these bitches got me feeling like I'm a make a pass on the daily

Get the dome put them peas in [?] we going half on a baby

Introduce you to real niggas you can detect that these niggas is lame

And she know that I'm balling she see the gold Cartier on the frame

Rolls Royce without the brain thousand dollar bottle mane

Bet you know how it came

Bitch I do it all for the fortune I don't do it for the fame

Tryna show you how I ball baby

I be driving foreign cars baby

Bring you shopping at the mall baby

I'm just tryna show you off baby

Wanna shoot you to the stars baby

Wanna shoot you to the stars baby

You are baby

iPhone making money moves

You know I'm tryna make a mil baby

I don't need to pop a silly front

She wanna tell you how I feel baby

Let me know you keep it real baby

When I slide you hold the steel baby

You already know they deal baby

Please don't ever fight the feel baby yeah, yeah