Ultra-Chronic Monstah - Uptown Funk (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Ultra-Chronic Monstah] What is this song? Why am I doing this? I'm doing this? God dammit Why am I doing this? [Verse 1: Ultra-Chronic Monstah] This is that ice cold I'mma flex hard, with that white gold This that Michael, Lady k**er That full house that make ya fold This that good luck That money clique I'mma young buck doing scissors kicks I'm Donald duck to you goofy kids In other words I'mma run amok When I come to spit This the first rule of getting paid This that old school with a bad grade This that Bruno Mars with a grenade That's that April's fools on a sweet p**y Saturday [Verse 2: Ultra-Chronic Monstah] Came here to prove I can rap and sh** Almost immaculate Nothing else could define so accurate It's damn near miraculous This ain't no acting kid I'm actually a ba*tard on the beat A wolf of Wall Street This that paid in full with no receipt This that aced test with no cheat sheet I'm too official Break 'em off like a wish bone Cuz they too wishy washy when they getting boned [Verse 3: Ultra-Chronic Monstah] Gotta kiss myself cuz I'm too pretty I feel like a buck fiddy AP 50 Bucc Hood girl pretty in some chucks She obviously give no f**s I said holla at me She said what, who are you? b**h shut the f** up b**h say my name you know who I am UCM Tha Godd I'mma get the chick and she gon yell Oh God like Big Sean I'm staying lyrical cause I know everybody was f**ing with that miracle UCM Tha Godd and ya girl stay spiritual