Young Nudy - Wicked for the Money lyrics

(COUPE)
Ayy, talk to y'all pussy ass niggas
Stop playin’ with me
I'd rather see you in a
Body bag than anything else
Anything else, ain't nothin’ to talk about

Ayy, 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, fuck you sayin’?
You ain't talkin’ 'bout nothin' (Nothin')
Yeah, shit will really get
Wicked for this money (Phew, yeah)

Last nigga said something
He got gunned for that money
(Step on him, yeah)
Would’ve 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
He don't wanna see me ho (Pussy)
But I ain't playin' tough
'cause he cannot beat me (What? What?)
Stomped that boy, I beat the sleepy
Shoot this bitch up, get to tweakin'
(Get to tweakin')
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)
Take yo' bitch to the spot
She left that nigga, she don't need him
(She don't need him)
Hell yeah, she's a thick pleaser
(yeah) , freaky bitch, a real eater (yeah
Yeah)
Sip my cup and, bitch, I smoke my reefer
(Smoke my reefer, phew)
Then I beat 'em, then they skeet off
(Then they skeet off)
Done with that bitch, pass her to cousin
Feed her (Cousin, feed her)
Back to back with these hoes, bitch
You just like this reefer
(You just like this reefer)
In the spot with my bros
Sticks don't wanna see them (Uh, uh)

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, fuck you sayin'?
You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
(Nothin', yeah) yeah, shit will really get
Wicked for this money (yeah)

Bet she suck this pickle for this money
(Bet she suck this pickle)
Yeah, these niggas 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')
Nigga, play with big 4L
Lot of bodies droppin' (Droppin')
I ain't even wanna get like this
But niggas got me started (On God, started)
Slime got me started (Me started) , yeah
Pulling her pack like yeah (Like yeah)
Bitch, if I told you all my secrets
You'll probably tell
(You'll probably 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 bitch 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 eighty gallon fish tank
(yeah) i ain't worried 'bout a bitch
Got money in the bank

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, fuck you sayin'?
You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
(Nothin') yeah, shit will really get
Wicked for this money (Phew, yeah)