Wicked For The Money Ft 2feetbino - Young Nudy Lyrics

[Intro: Young Nudy]
(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

[Chrous: Young Nudy]
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)

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
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)
[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 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)

[Verse 2: 2FeetBino]
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
[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 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)1