[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