[Intro: Drakeo The Ruler]
Uchies, uchies, uchies
Uchies, uchies, uchies, uchies
Hmmmmm
(Duse makin' slaps, true)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
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 the 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 frivolous
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 bump-ins with new
They be acting like they won't
Ten bands for a lawyer, that was just for him to speak to me
N***as 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

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
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 for the uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies
[Verse 2: Jay 305]
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
You 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 yatted out this gat
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

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
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 for the uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies

[Verse 3: Drakeo the Ruler]
Mr. Uchies, cold devil, it's life threatening
Chop a n***a down for these pints, it's my medicine
Four in chili baba, bitch you ain't getting nada
Keep the blood to your bottle, 'cause I never wore Prada
Bleed 'em, fuck it, these n***as, I never need 'em
Riding in the Boondocks and dodgin' the Stinkmeaner, bleating
Ain't fucking him, ain't fucking me neither
A fake watch, a fake chain, on me there's neither
The Stinc Team, this n***a's a meat beater
Silly Billy, call Shirley n***a, 'cause we leaving
Twenty strips on the floor for any n***a competing
Jesus, somebody call a deacon
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 altar need a cleaning
'Cause bitch I'm getting uchies, believe it
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
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 for the uchies
Anything, anything, anything for the uchies