Young Nudy - Wicked for the Money lyrics

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Young Nudy - Wicked for the Money lyrics

[Intro: Young Nudy] (Coupe) Ayy, talk to y'all pussy ass ni**as, stop playin’ with me I'd rather see you in a body bag than anything else, anything else, hell you talkin' ’bout? [Chrous: 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 ni**a 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, sh*t will really get wicked for this money If I snap my finger (Yeah), dead man, fu*k you sayin’? You ain't talkin’ 'bout nothin' (Nothin') Yeah, sh*t will really get wicked for this money (Phew, yeah) [Verse 1: Young Nudy] Last ni**a 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 sh*t go with Slimeball (Murder) Bad business, hell yeah, I'm bad business 'Bout this money, I get with it, hell yeah (Yeah), this sh*t get wicked I get evil (Wicked), better believe me, but you don't wanna see me (Pussy) Ho, but I ain't playin' tough, 'cause he cannot beat me (What? What?) Stomped that boy, I beat the sleepy Shoot this b*tch up, get to tweakin' (Get to tweakin') Goddamn, slime, bullsh*t, 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*tch to the spot, she left that ni**a, she don't need him (She don't need him) Hell yeah, she's a thick pleaser (Yeah), freaky b*tch, a real eater (Yeah, yeah) Sip my cup and, b*tch, I smoke my reefer (Smoke my reefer, phew) Then I beat 'em, then they skeet off (Then they skeet off) Done with that b*tch, pass her to cousin, feed her (Cousin, feed her) Back to back with these hoes, b*tch, you just like this reefer (You just like this reefer) In the spot with my bros, sticks don't wanna seat her [Chrous: 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 ni**a 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, sh*t will really get wicked for this money If I snap my finger (Yeah), dead man, fu*k you sayin'? You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Nothin', yeah) Yeah, sh*t will really get wicked for this money (Phew, yeah) [Verse 2: 2FeetBino] Bet she su*k this pickle for this money (Bet she su*k this pickle) Yeah, these ni**as got on pom-poms, they ridin' dick for free (They ridin' dick 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') ni**a, play with big 4L, lotta bodies droppin' (Droppin') I ain't even wanna get like this but ni**as got me started (Started, on God) Slime got me started (Me started), yeah, pulling her pack like yeah (Like yeah) b*tch, if I told you all my secrets, you'd prolly tell (You'd prolly tell) This sh*t get wicked for a player (Yeah), I keep my blicky for a hater (I keep my blicky, bop-bop) You just a b*tch from 'round the way, 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 tank (Yeah) I ain't worried 'bout a b*tch, got money in the bank [Chrous: 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 ni**a 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, sh*t will really get wicked for this money If I snap my finger (Yeah), dead man, fu*k you sayin'? You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Nothin') Yeah, sh*t will really get wicked for this money (Phew, yeah)