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money nic & t. slick - zombies lyrics

{verse 1: money nic}
yeah, i got the green like it’s geico (cash)
and your b-tch down for the team because she my hoe (smash)
drop a 4 in the sweet tea and it’s milo’s (act)
tom brady with the pack, i’m throwin spirals (facts)
too clean with the sh-ts i’m going viral
23 b-tches with me like i’m michael
i can’t f-ck with these snitches, hit the eye roll
i can’t f-ck with these b-tches, hit the eye roll (what)
i be higher than the jets
f-ck yo b-tch she give me neck (wet)
flip a brick then cash the check
i be whippin all the ‘vets
diamonds shining, got em wet (drip)
i do not intend to flex (nope)
you b-tch hit me up for s-x (what i do)
i just p-ss it to the next (yeah, skrrr)
hoe, i’m bout that fashion (you know)
f-ck on yo b-tch and you know i am not cappin’
got the ak with the strap and i’m blasting
i better not catch you mo’ f-ckers lackin’
(ooo) yeah, that is a fact
i take your hoe and i hit from the back
she suckin’ me slow while i count up the racks
i’m pourin’ the 4 and you know that it’s act (god d-mn)
russian creams like i’m goose (gustav)
i had the banner like i’m bruce
hit it twice, it’s kinda loose
drop the 4, can’t pour the deuce (h-ll nah)
i got the cash and i got the juice
i gotta dash in my yeezy boots
i’m whippin’ it fast, i swerve in the coupe
your b-tch on my -ss, i don’t know what to do

{verse 2: t. sl!ck}
(yeah) i don’t know what to do
all my hundreds blue
if you what some problems lemme redirect you
yeah i’m in the cut but i’m smokin’ on the glue
say you got the script, oh yeah i got two (skrrr)
know she fixin’ to bust so i shoot her to my crew
i be on the green and pink call it mountain dew
all my bros wild like we got em out the zoo
servin’ out the car, tell that boy to drive thru
if we ain’t got it, sh-t tell em make do
i be in the trap with the bird’s eye view
yeah we got the apes so that’s a petting zoo
i’m a referee so you know i’m in this game
i ain’t really missing, i got good aim
imma f-ck her right, send her back the way she came
these are red bottoms so i’m tippin’ in the rain
i know she wanna f-ck but i just really want the brain
it’s easy getting money, just stay in your lane
i really want the money so it’s f-ck all the fame
and i’m swervin’ in my truck while i shiftin’ in the lane
and my cup so dirty (dirty)
yeah i say it’s for the pain (pain)
these are red bottoms (pain, pain)
so i’m tippin’ in the rain (rain)

{outro: money nic}
aye, i got em piped up
snortin’ all the white stuff
gonna f-ck ya life up
true
nic so iced up
rockin’ all the nice stuff
bad b-tch, might cuff
ooo
if it ain’t a ford, then you can’t afford
i got b-tterflies on my f-ckin’ door
i’m the plug i need an extension cord
i am the plug i need an extension cord

- money nic t slick lyrics

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