Ricky (Uffie)

If you call me at three Be ready, and let's meet On my way up to the studio I practice on the beat That's my shit I got here You got there Right on time Feadz and j-mat on the track And my voice got to shine All the time Call me uffie Little girl full of static Making money up in here To get back I'm magnetic I'm a yak Pacific ocean west side's where I'm at You know where we are going after that After that After that Cruising east with the boat it's where it's at And we stop and get to swim with the sharks With the sharks With the sharks With the sharks I know how to play that I'm arriving at the house with my face a pussycat And the ass You want the big money? I want the big money And I'm a get what I want 'cause I am not a dummy You know you want it shorty, you know you want it baby And I got people working hard just to make it happen This how we do, uffie You got the new uffie And you got right to complain 'cause I am fucking lazy But yeah I look right And yes I smell right I spending money on this shit You know I keep it tight Fuck what you bitches saying I got dope in my brain Fuck what you bitches saying I got dope in my brain Fuck what you bitches saying Fuck what you bitches saying I got dope in my brain I got I got I I got All the bitches screaming And the boys on my back I got all the bitches screaming And the boys on my back I got all the bitches screaming And the boys on my back I got all the bitches screaming And the boys on my back On my back Who says uffie's a dumb bitch? I don't go online I been reading some dumb shit (Dismissed!) you bitches mad? Work your palm a weekend To make enough cred to survive the whole month, and (This don't feel like work for me) I bought some clothes and shit Excellency of the material You don't get none of this Oh you're a h&m? I'm paul smith, bitch (Ding!) I got a h&e You got an empty fridge, bitch (How long this dude been there?) not me, I eat good Start with fresh orange juice And finish with grey goose (Who I gotta fuck to get some cranberries?) You want the life I live Doing nothing illegal But I feel like a thief Give me everything you got, bitch With no guns or knife I'd be the last one here to start up a fight (We're gonna need bodyguards on this one) We came to rock the whole room Give me a loud mic and I'll break up the roof Fuck what you bitches saying I got dope in my brain Fuck what you bitches saying I got dope in my brain Fuck what you bitches saying Fuck what you bitches saying I got dope in my brain I got I got I I got All the bitches screaming And the boys on my back I got all the bitches screaming And the boys on my back I got all the bitches screaming And the boys on my back I got all the bitches screaming And the boys on my back On my back Okay so um, where to park the cadillac It has to be green Green cadillac on the left side Get all set, the stage A alright Now we're gonna need to train monkeys Can we train 'em to mix So we can maybe get the audience to finish the track Can you do that Do they work Anyway, how many monkeys do we have Is it a few monkeys like a michael jackson video Do they have like clothes on and shit Maybe get them sailor costumes That's what I need (Not sure, but I tried. the vocals are hard to hear clearly)