Lyrical Breakdown of Holy Smokes (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Uzi Vert weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Holy Smokes (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Je t'aime Trippie Redd (GOONTEX) Yeah, yeah Holy fuckin' smokes, I got my money up (Cash) Countin' all these bands, took me a while just to damn run it up Multi millions, I fill a hundred up All this cash on me but I still can't buy love Put the hundons in the Chanel, got my racks up Sit back, flip shit like a acrobat, nigga, get the stacks up Got two accounts, still got millions in my backup (All this cash) On me and this money still won't buy love (Oh) You can't fit my racks in an arena White cup filled with purple stuff, it look like Frieza Bro and them got hit with that subpoena Better keep they mouth shut, or we gonna have to clean up Throwin' money up like I'm nauseous Baby girl, I'm exhausted Baby, be cautious Know the streets be talkin' Every day walk with a check and I'm motherfuckin' talkin' Every day making money every way, hang with them bosses Holy fuckin' smokes, I got my money up (Cash) Countin' all these bands, took me a while just to damn run it up Multi millions, I fill a hundred up All this cash on me but I still can't buy love Put the hundons in the Chanel, got my racks up Sit back, flip shit like a acrobat, nigga, get the stacks up Got two accounts, still got millions in my backup (All this cash) On me and this money still won't buy love (Oh) All this damn dick fillin' her tummy up (Yeah), yeah I done fucked your bitch and her best friend in front of her How the fuck you ain't never get your money up? (How?) (How the fuck you ain't never get your money up?) I just spent me a hundred thousand I treat it like it's twenty bucks (Lil Uzi) I'm a Leo, now watch how I fuck the summer up (Yeah, facts) Your girl got my name tatted, she swear she won't get a cover up If he want smoke with me, that's another blunt (Yeah) All different kinds, every girl fine, can't make my mind Holy fuckin' smokes, I got my money up (Yeah, cash) Countin' all these bands Took me a while just to damn run it up (Whoa) Multi millions, I fill a hundred up All this cash on me but I still can't buy love Put the hundons in the Chanel, got my racks up (Put the hundons) Sit back, flip shit like a acrobat, nigga, get the stacks up Got two accounts, still got millions in my backup (Yeah) (All this cash) On me and this money Still won't buy love (Oh, it's Lil Uzi Vert) Huh? What? Yeah Where am I? 14, 16 Huh? Huh? Really, where am I?