Uber

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Pinnacle at the top [Chorus] 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 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 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 [Verse 2] 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 Introduce you to real now you can detect that these niggas is lame 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 [Chorus] 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 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