Wicked for the Money lyrics

[Intro: Young Nudy]
(COUPE)
Ayy, talk to y'all pus*y ass n*ggas, stop playin’ with me
I'd rather see you in a body bag than anything else
Anything else, ain't nothin’ to talk about

[Chorus: 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 n*gga 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, f*ck 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 n*gga 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 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, he don't wanna see me ho (pus*y)
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)
Take yo' b*tch to the spot, she left that n*gga, 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 see them (Uh-uh)
[Chorus: 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 n*gga 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, f*ck you sayin'?
You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Nothin', yeah)
Yeah, sh*t 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 n*ggas got on pom-poms, they ridin' di*k for free (They ridin' di*k 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')
n*gga, play with big 4L, lot of bodies droppin' (Droppin')
I ain't even wanna get like this but n*ggas got me started (On God, started)
Slime got me started (Me started), yeah, pulling her pack like yeah (Like yeah)
b*tch, if I told you all my secrets, you'll probably tell (You'll probably 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 eighty gallon fish tank (Yeah)
I ain't worried 'bout a b*tch, got money in the bank
[Chorus: 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 n*gga 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, f*ck you sayin'?
You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Nothin')
Yeah, sh*t will really get wicked for this money (Phew, yeah)