Ricky

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 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 pussycat and I ask [Verse 2] You want the big money? I want the big money And I'mma 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 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 [Chorus] 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 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 [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 2] Who says 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 crows 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 H 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 [Chorus] 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 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 [Outro] Okay, so where to park the Cadilac? It has to be green - green Cadilac on 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