Roddy Ricch - Uber lyrics

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 star baby
Wanna shoot you to the star baby
You are baby iPhone making money moves
Yea you know I’m tryna make a mil baby
I don’t mean to pop the ceiling in front you
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 see the Jewelry 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 young nigga
Riding up in a Jag
I cannot trust your word I know
That you niggas is fraud
You ain’t gotta rollie at least I
Don’t got a minute at all
Smoking them moon rocks she said it’s
Gon send her to Mars cousin was yesterday
Fuck her today then I’m gon
Fuck her 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 star baby
Wanna shoot you to the star baby
You are baby iPhone making money moves
Yea you know I’m tryna make a mil baby
I don’t mean to pop the ceiling in front you
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
Chase the bag with me baby
She finessing on these bitches got me feeling
Like I pass on the daily
Get the dome put them peas with me
We going half on a baby
And she know that I’m balling she see
The gold Cartier sign on the frame
Rolls Royce without the brain
Thousand dollar Balmain
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 star baby
Wanna shoot you to the star baby
You are baby iPhone making money moves
Yea you know I’m tryna make a mil baby
I don’t mean to pop the ceiling in front you
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