Текст песни Uchies - Drakeo the Ruler

Uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies
Uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies
Hmmmmm
Does make it Flex you

Try me?, Please you don't have enough uchies
Let alone, enough groupies, I'm out with the broski, tell me how you wanna do it
Killers ride to my music, on God I can't think straight
A buck fifty on the e-way, they ain't never finna get me, they ain't never finna get me
But they can get high speed chase
Anything for uchies, tryna tell you I'm the Ruler

Heads down when you speak to me, get on your knees when you greet me
You know I got it in me, and then your attitude
Don't like pops in my business, too many pops from the beginning, I'm riding with a sentence
I'm all about the uchies, tired of bumppin, heads with
They be acting like they won't
Ten bands for a lawyer, that was just for him to speak to me
Niggas wanna write grievances, Cause they hating on my ass, why they hating on my ass
Cause they hugging on the block, I tried to tell you I'm the problem

Uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies
Anything for the uchies, anything for the uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies, anything uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies

Midnight mission on my bullshit
Looking for some money and a cool bitch
Still getting money off of Youzza Flip
You looking like a bum, like a hipster bitch

Bummies, other people's money
12 years old, got beat up for serving dummies
I love the uchi, got damn I love the money
My play auntie, was my favorite smoker
Taught me how to cook up shake and play poker, let me hustle out her car to go to Oakland
Go stupid, got hyphy with the hustle

And I then
I used to sell my lunch tickets, and hit the dice game
Ohh, Drakeo, that's Mr. Get Dough
Jay 305, Mr. Mr. Good Dough

Uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies
Anything for the uchies, anything for the uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies, anything uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies

Mr. Uchies, cold devil, it's life threatening
Chop a nigga down for these pints, it's my medicine
Bitch you ain't getting nada
Keep the blood to your bottle, cause I never wore Prada
Bleed 'em, fuck it, these niggas, I never need 'em
Riding in the Boondocks some body to stand me, bleating
Ain't fucking him, ain't fucking me neither
A fake watch, a fake chain, on me there's neither

This nigga's a meat beater
Silly Billy nigga, cause we leaving
Twenty strips on the floor for any nigga competing
Jesus, somebody call a
Threw so much money, shit the need a clean
I should get a beating, all this money I'm receiving
Threw so much, shit the need a clean
Cause bitchAnything for the uchies, anything for the uchies

Uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies
Anything for the uchies, anything for the uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies, anything uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies