Ricky - Uffie

If you told me «at 3, 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 has got to shine

All the time

Call me Uffie, little girl full of stack

Makin' money up in here, to get back on the yacht

On the yacht, Pacific Ocean West that’s where I’m at

You know where we are going after that?

(After that?)

After that, cruisin' East with the boat, that’s where it’s at

And we stopping just 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 of a pussycat and I ask

You want the big money?

I want the big money

And I’m a get what I want cuz 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 is how we do Uffie

You got the new Uffie

And you got the right to complain, 'cause I am fucking lazy

But, yeah, I look right, and, yes, I smell right

I’m spendin' 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 dope in my brain, I got — I got — I got

I got all these bitches screaming and the boys on my back

I got all these bitches screaming and the boys on my back

I got all these bitches screaming and the boys on my back

I got all these bitches screaming and the boys on my back, on my back

Who said Uffie’s a dumb bitch?

I don’t go online, I’d be readin' some dumb shit (Dismissed)

You bitches mad?

Workin' all the weekend

To make enough bread to survive the whole month, and (This doesn’t feel like

work for me)

I bought some crowns and shit

Expensive, my trail, you don’t get none of this

Oh, you are H&M?

I’m Paul Smith bitch!

(ding!)

I got hash and E, you got an empty fridge bitch (How long’s this tuna been

there?)

Not me, I eat good

Start with fresh orange juice and finish with Grey Goose (who I got to fuck to

get some cranberry?)

You want the life I live

Doin' nothin' illegal, but I feel like a thief

Give me everything you got bitch!

With no guns and knives;

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 rules

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 go dope in my brain, I got — I got — I got — I got

I got all these bitches screaming and the boys on my back

I got all these bitches screaming and the boys on my back

I got all these bitches screaming and the boys on my back

I got all these bitches screaming and the boys on my back, on my back

Okay, so where to park the Cadilac?

It has to be green — green Cadilac from the west side

Yeah, looks out on the stage

Alright, now we’re gonna need the trained monkeys

Can we train them to throw some peanuts?

And maybe the audience can, like, finish the track?

Can you do that, will it work?

Anyway, how many monkeys do we have?

Is it the cute monkeys, like, in the Michael Jackson video?

Do they have, like, clothes on and shit?

Maybe we’ll sell their costumes

That’s what I think