DJ Mustard - The Uchies lyrics

[Verse:] Mr. Big Bank Boto, I need all my chilli sweetheart The stink manner, the head bopper The spring cleaning Plain's no sin thing Shirley Everything is regular on my end Chilli, Bow Wow, Mr. Pops on my night sheet Of all these drinks, I know I got a problem Man working my a** off, I mean this We make this sh** fashionable Walking among Christians Cause Jesus died for ‘em sh**, you know us, the homewreckers The whip crashers, just regulars We do anything, anything, anything For the uchies, for the uchies