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 sh*t
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 pus*ycat and I ask

[Verse 2]
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 f*cking lazy
But, yeah, I look right, and, yes, I smell right
I'm spendin' money on this sh*t
You know I keep it tight
[Chorus]
f*ck what you b*tches saying, I got dope in my brain
f*ck what you b*tches saying, I got dope in my brain
f*ck what you b*tches saying, f*ck what you b*tches saying, I got dope in my brain
I got dope in my brain, I got - I got - I got
I got all these b*tches screaming and the boys on my back
I got all these b*tches screaming and the boys on my back
I got all these b*tches screaming and the boys on my back
I got all these b*tches screaming and the boys on my back, on my back

[Verse 2]
Who said Uffie's a dumb b*tch?
I don't go online, I'd be readin' some dumb sh*t (Dismissed)
You b*tches 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 sh*t
Expensive, my trail, you don't get none of this
Oh, you are H&M? I'm Paul Smith b*tch! (ding!)
I got hash and E, you got an empty fridge b*tch (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 f*ck to get some cranberry?)
You want the life I live
Doin' nothin' illegal, but I feel like a thief
Give me everything you got b*tch!
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]
f*ck what you b*tches saying, I got dope in my brain
f*ck what you b*tches saying, I got dope in my brain
f*ck what you b*tches saying, f*ck what you b*tches saying
I go dope in my brain, I got - I got - I got - I got
I got all these b*tches screaming and the boys on my back
I got all these b*tches screaming and the boys on my back
I got all these b*tches screaming and the boys on my back
I got all these b*tches 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 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 sh*t?
Maybe we'll sell their costumes
That's what I think