Rick Ross - Uh Huh (Remix) lyrics

[Rick Ross] I'm focused on Fetti Candy convertible Chevy f** it, call me petty and owe me, I'm coming to edit I'm coming to set it, p**y n***a I said it Believe that fake sh** if you want, them n***as pathetic I'm smoking Jimmy Gee, so you know the weed fire I got a crib in the A that's big as Green Bry Ain't no furniture in it, just tees and Levi's Couple dollars and them clips for the gringas I'm talking more blow and I'm feeling bigger now I'm talking M's n***a, put them little figures down One time for Alfamega, we are alpha beta's And we're out for cheddar, until we're out forever [Alfamega] Uh-huh, yes sir, this the G-mix Alfamega run these streets, what it be b**h Cause you're faking with it, and I know it But the time has come, you gon' have to show it I f** with real goons, and O.G.'s You f** with straight lames, and wannabes I got the Chevy pushing, in the fast lane Smoking Obama, laughing at John McCain Thinking like Malcolm while I exit ML King I gotta get mines, and that's by any means I know the haters thinking, how can this be Alfamega, Rick Ross, Bun-B, and T.I.P [Hook] Ain't got another putting on like me I can buy the bar 7 days out the week We getting money uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yes sir [Bun-B] It's the underground, king and I Be coming down, I'm singing my New song, my crew long Crack the window, this dro is too strong You wrong, and I'm right But you gon understand that with hindsight Go get your mind right, and level off I'm sub-woofer hard boy, you're treble soft Go get your boss, go get your chief Get get your O.G. and tell him bring his piece I got the grill, I got the gas He not the trill, I will dump his a** [Hook] [T.I.P.] Stay on automatic, I ain't talking bout the gas sh** Well known, shorty flashing, fantastic, I'm spazzing California mansion, poolside lamping But still run zone 1, shorty what's happening Rappers way average, shorty stay swagging d**h before dishonor, hate haters with a pa**ion Record drop straight to the top, no zig-zagging Talking about I'm falling off, I'm laughing, imagine I'm still getting money to the point it ain't funny Shut broke n***as up, when I holla about a hundred Quarter mill on me homie, want it, let's run it Don't need the the dough trust me, hustling's just a rush for me No dispute, who you fooling, the best to ever do it And slice it how you like it, still I'm in the top two and I'm on the top of that list, ask anybody that sh** The coldest on the mic, flowing with a southern accent n***a!