Uffie - Ricky lyrics

If you told me at 3; be ready and lets meet On my way up to the studio I practice on the beat; that's my sh** I got here, you got there; right on time Feadz and Jmat on the track, and voice has got to shine They 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 where the boat is where it's at And we stop just to swim 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 p**ycat and I ask We want the big money, we 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, cuz I am f**ing lazy But yeah I look right, and yes I smell right I'm spendin' money on this sh**; (you know I keep it tight) f** what you b**hes saying, I got dope in my brain f** what you b**hes saying, I got dope in my brain f** what you b**hes saying, f** what you b**hes saying, I got dope in my brain I got dope in my brain, I got I got I got I got all these b**hes screaming and the boys on my back I got all these b**hes screaming and the boys on my back I got all these b**hes screaming and the boys on my back I got all these b**hes screaming and the boys on my back, on my back [Verse 2] Who said Uffie's a dumb b**h? I don't go online, I'd be readin' some dumb sh** (Dismissed) You b**hes mad? Work all the weekend, to make enough bread to survive a whole month (Uh!)(This doesn't feel like work for me!) Oh you an H&M? I'm Paul Smith b**h! I got hash and E, you got an empty fridge b**h (How long's this tuna been there?) Not me; I eat good Start with fresh orange juice and finish with Gray Goose (who you have to f** to get some cranberry?) Who wants the life I live? Doin' nothin' illegal, but I feel like a thief (Give me everything you got b**h!) With guns and knives; I'd be the last one here to start up a fight (we're gonna be bodyguards on this one) We came to rock the whole room, give me a loud mic and break up the rules f** what you b**hes saying, I got dope in my brain f** what you b**hes saying, I got dope in my brain f** what you b**hes saying, f** what you b**hes saying I go dope in my brain, I got I got I got I got! I got all these b**hes screaming and the boys on my back I got all these b**hes screaming and the boys on my back I got all these b**hes screaming and the boys on my back I got all these b**hes screaming and the boys on my back, on my back!