Kishore Kumar Hits

Money Man - Undertaker şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Money Man

albüm: Big Money


(Rjayy slammed this, nigga)
(Dee, you popping your shit, nigga)
I got killers in all sizes, fat, skinny, slim, tall
I ain't shot my Draco yet, that motherfucker got blue balls
Thick bitch in my section, she gon' shake that ass like Chyna Hall
My brownskin bitch a brat, I swear to God she think she Asian Doll
Steppers in my driveway shootin' dice, they chumpin' off the neighbors
Turn this bitch to WWE, turn to the Undertaker
Fuck your favorite rapper, that pussy-nigga signed his life away
Only question I got, which one of you niggas 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
I sense danger, in less than a second, I'm uppin' right away
Whole gang came through rockin' nothin' but water 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 fuck it, I'ma make these niggas 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, bitch, these niggas out here too childish
I got killers in all sizes, fat, skinny, slim, tall
I ain't shot my Draco yet, that motherfucker got blue balls
Thick bitch in my section, she gon' shake that ass like Chyna Hall
My brownskin bitch a brat, I swear to God she think she Asian Doll
Steppers in my driveway shootin' dice, they chumpin' off the neighbors
Turn this bitch to WWE, turn to the Undertaker
Fuck your favorite rapper, that pussy-nigga signed his life away
Only question I got, which one of you niggas 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
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 fucked 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, hm, he must gon' put it on his head
"Nardo, why y'all on his ass?" 'Cause he did what he did
I heard that nigga got a bag, he better leave it for the kids
Fuckin' with my chains on, they sound like jingle bells
Her moanin' just like singin', so it sound like Christmas carols
Got killers outside waitin' just in case them niggas twirl
He hidin', we can't get him? Okay, send a pretty girl

Поcмотреть все песни артиста

Sanatçının diğer albümleri

Benzer Sanatçılar