Lil Uzi Vert – Credit (Thank Her)* Lyrics

Lil Uzi Vert – Credit (Thank Her)* Lyrics

Credit (Thank Her)* Lyrics by Lil Uzi Vert

This track was first teased during Uzi’s December 20, 2020 Instagram Live session in which he teased many unreleased songs.

The track’s title is currently unconfirmed and it is unclear if it will see an official release.

[Intro]
But I should really thank her
What type of diamonds on your bitch? You know I pinked her
Got a Cuban link on me, I ain’t McRangsta
But I’m not talkin’ ’bout Cuban links so don’t act gangster
I don’t wife none of these hoes, no, I can’t save her
Put your number in my phone but I won’t save you
Oh, you think that I’m a player
He ain’t gettin’ money, he a hater

[Interlude]
Y’all niggas ain’t ever have to struggle before
Now y’all have to warm me up, like
I see pain in your eyes every time you fuck me, yeah
And I know you lie when you said you trust mе, yeah
It’s Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah), I can feel it (I can feel it)
Why you still hеre if I’m fuckin’ up your image? (Up your image)
‘Cause you okay but I know I can do it better, yeah (Uh, better)

[Chorus]
I can buy a better bitch just off of credit (Yeah), uh
I just bought a Lamborghini off of debit (Yeah), uh
I just found my opp location off of Reddit (Cash), uh
I just bought some Chrome Heart jeans just like they selvage (Uh)
I been gettin’ my dick sucked since I was seven, yeah (Uh)

[Verse]
Crosses on my jeans and my crosses leather, yeah (Ayy)
Bitch, I’m known to ball, I’m not playin’ tether, yeah (Uh-huh)
I like lots of, cheese, swiss, and mozzarella, yeah
I like provolone but cheddar’s way better, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Now tell me, do gangsters really go to Heaven? Yeah (Yeah)
If we really do, need to cut a check to my reverend, yeah (Let’s go)
I wanted me a Rollie since I was eleven, yeah (Go)
If you wanna talk about Rollies? Then I got eleven, yeah (Ayy)
Niggas in my city startin’ all the rumors (All the rumors)
I ain’t movin’, bitch I hang with the movers (Look, with the movers)
And I’m gon’ shot my shot ’cause I hang with the shooters, yeah (With the shooters)
Ain’t nobody shot but someone top your medulla, yeah (Your medulla)
Bitch better gimme that top, I can’t promise I’m gon’ do ya…