Lyrics: Quantavious T. Thomas/Edward Maclin Cooper III/KENWOOD CAMPBELL
Music: Quantavious T. Thomas/Edward Maclin Cooper III/KENWOOD CAMPBELL
(Young Nudy)
(Coupe)
Ayy, talk to y'all b***h ass niggas, stop playin' with me
I'd rather see you in a body bag than anything else
Anything else, hell you talkin' ’bout?
(Young Nudy)
Man, shawty havin' lick-man money
Real hitman money (Yeah, real hitman money)
So much money
I could spend it real silly fast
Money (Real silly fast, money), yeah
And I'm in the kitchen whippin' crack real dummy (Real dummy)
'Cause I got a nigga in the spot
He don't know 'bout nothin' (Nothin’)
And I got a shooter in the spot
Real crash dummy (Real crash dummy)
Yeah, shit will really get wicked for this money
If I snap my finger (Yeah), dead man, **** you sayin’?
You ain't talkin’ 'bout nothin' (Nothin')
Yeah, shit will really get wicked for this money (Phew, yeah)
(Young Nudy)
Last nigga said something
He got gunned for that money (Step on him, yeah)
Went up, did it for the free, homie trigger finger itchin’
That the way that shit go with Slimeball (Murder)
Bad business, hell yeah, I'm bad business
'Bout this money, I get with it, hell yeah (Yeah)
This shit get wicked
I get evil (Wicked), better believe me
But you don't wanna see me (*****)
Ho, but I ain't playin' tough
'Cause he cannot beat me (What? What?)
Stomped that boy, I beat the sleepy
Shoot this nigga up, get to tweaking (Get to tweaking
Goddamn, slime
Bullshit, you best believe it (You best to know it)
On the plate, you know we eat 'em (Eat 'em)
He's a opp, we straight mistreat him (Straight mistreat him)
Took that b***h to the spo
She left that nigga, she don't need him (She don't need him)
Hell yeah, she's a thick pleaser (Yeah)
Freaky b***h, a real eater (Yeah, yeah
Sip my cup and, nigga I smoke my reefer (Smoke my reefer, phew
Then I beat 'em, then they ***** off (Then they ***** off)
Done with that b***h, pass her to cousin, feed her (Cousin, feed her
Back to back with these hoes
Nigga, you just like this reefer (You just like this reefer
In the spot with my bros, sticks don't wanna seat her
(Young Nudy & 2FeetBino)
Havin' lick-man money
Real hitman money (Yeah, real hitman money)
So much money
I could spend it real silly fast
Money (Real silly fast, money), yeah
And I'm in the kitchen whippin' crack real dummy (Real dummy)
'Cause I got a nigga in the spot, he don't know 'bout nothin' (Nothin')
And I got a shooter in the spot
Real crash dummy (Real crash dummy)
Yeah, shit will really get wicked for this money
If I snap my finger (Yeah), dead man, **** you sayin'
You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Nothin', yeah)
Yeah, shit will really get wicked for this money (Phew, yeah)
(2FeetBino)
Bet she suck this pickle for this money (Bet she suck this pickle)
Yeah, these niggas got on pom-poms
They ridin' d**k for free (They ridin' d**k for free
Yeah, they jewelry came from Hong Kong
Boy, where you get that from? (Boy, where you get that from?), yeah
Yeah, actin' like he poppin' (He poppin')
Nigga, play with big 4L, lotta bodies droppin' (Droppin')
I ain't even wanna get like this but niggas got me started
(Started, on God)
Slime got me started (Me started), yeah
Pulling her pack like yeah (Like yeah)
Nigga, if I told you all my secret
You'd prolly tell (You'd prolly tell)
This shit get wicked for a player (Yeah)
I keep my blicky for a hater (I keep my blicky, bop-bop)
You just a b***h from 'round the wa
So ain't no way that I'm gon' pay that
Got a stick for every room, she say, "Papi, keep me safe,"
Persian rug and [?] got a fish nigga (Yeah
I ain't worried 'bout a nigga, got money in the ban
(Young Nudy)
Man, shawty havin' lick-man money
Real hitman money (Yeah, real hitman money)
So much money
I could spend it real silly fast
Money (Real silly fast, money), yeah
And I'm in the kitchen whippin' crack real dummy (Real dummy)
'Cause I got a nigga in the spot, he don't know 'bout nothin' (Nothin')
And I got a shooter in the spot, real crash dummy
(Real crash dummy)
Yeah, shit will really get wicked for this money
If I snap my finger (Yeah), dead man, **** you sayin'
You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Nothin')
Yeah, shit will really get wicked for this money (Phew, yeah)