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money man & nardo wick - undertaker lyrics

[intro]
(rjayy slammed this, n+gga)
(dee, you popping your sh+t, n+gga)

[chorus: money man]
i got k!llers in all sizes, fat, skinny, slim, tall
i ain’t shot my draco yet, that motherf+cker got blue b+lls
thick b+tch in my section, she gon’ shake that ass like chyna hall
my brownskin b+tch a brat, i swear to god she think she asian doll
steppers in my driveway shootin’ dice, they chumpin’ off the neighbors
turn this b+tch to wwe, turn to the undertaker
f+ck your favorite rapper, that p+ssy n+gga signed his life away
only question i got, which one of you n+ggas tryna die today?
rich guy, customize the jacket, i’ma go get fly today
catch a body, put one in his head, then throw this pipe away
[verse 1: money man]
i sense danger, in lеss than a second, i’m uppin’ right away
whole gang came through rockin’ nothin’ but watеr like a tidal wave
bought my chick a dior fit, she rockin’ it with the cool greys
every time i visit detroit, i gotta cop some cartiers
fendi on my t+shirt, i been working, i ain’t slept in days
my hood turned me wicked, lord forgive me for my evil ways
grimy n+ggas with me, they might slime you out your bankroll
any unknown car that come in the cul+de+sac gettin’ fired on
went to wafi, told that n+gga to upgrade all my gemstones
we ain’t lackin’, we keep that pistol close just like a cell phone
all my kids got millions to they name, i’m not a deadbeat
my girl a pb, she don’t eat no beef or eat no red meat
i give love, but f+ck it, i’ma make these n+ggas fear me
i got racks from these raps, make two point five yearly
pull up in that lambo’ truck, 12 mad and profiling
grown man money, b+tch, these n+ggas out here too childish

[chorus: money man]
i got k!llers in all sizes, fat, skinny, slim, tall
i ain’t shot my draco yet, that motherf+cker got blue b+lls
thick b+tch in my section, she gon’ shake that ass like chyna hall
my brownskin b+tch a brat, i swear to god she think she asian doll
steppers in my driveway shootin’ dice, they chumpin’ off the neighbors
turn this b+tch to wwe, turn to the undertaker
f+ck your favorite rapper, that p+ssy n+gga signed his life away
only question i got, which one of you n+ggas tryna die today?
rich guy, customize the jacket, i’ma go get fly today
catch a body, put one in his head, then throw this pipe away
[verse 2: nardo wick]
i got money in all colors, white, blue, pink, green
i got bullets in all colors, blue, red, purple, green
i just got a black box, turn that one shot to machine
rob a rapper for they ice, what you said? we told him freeze
no, that ho don’t never pray, why she always on her knees?
“nardo, you don’t never stay, why you always wanna leave?”
the srt got bubble guts, hear the fartin’ when it speed
the switch f+cked up how nina talk, now she stutter when she speak
“nardo, why y’all on his ass?” ’cause he said what he said
i heard he just bought a vest, he must gon’ put it on his head
“nardo, why y’all on his ass?” ’cause he did what he did
i heard that n+gga got a bag, he better leave it for the kids
f+ckin’ with my chains on, they sound like jingle bells
her moanin’ just like singin’, so it sound like christmas carols
got k!llers outside waitin’ just in case them n+ggas twirl
he hidin’, we can’t get him? okay, send a pretty girl

- money man nardo wick lyrics

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