Uptown Funk (Remix)

[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 killer

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 pussy Saturday



[Verse 2: Ultra-Chronic Monstah]

Came here to prove I can rap and shit

Almost immaculate

Nothing else could define so accurate

It's damn near miraculous

This ain't no acting kid

I'm actually a bastard 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 fucks

I said holla at me

She said what, who are you?

Bitch shut the fuck up

Bitch 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 fucking with that miracle

UCM Tha Godd and ya girl stay spiritual