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Undertaker Video (MV)




Performed By: Money Man
Featuring: Nardo Wick
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Darius Gerome Henry, Tysen Bolding




Money Man - Undertaker Lyrics
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[ Featuring Nardo Wick ]

(RJ slammed this, nigga)
(Dee, you poppin' your hit nigga)

I got killers in all sizes, fat, skinny, slim, tall
I ain't shot my Draco yet, that motherf*cker 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
F*ck your favorite rapper, that pussy nigga signed his life away
Only question I got, which one of you niggas tryna die today?
Rich God customized the jacket, I'ma go get fly today
Catch a body, put one in the head then throw that 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 workin', 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 this 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 f*ck 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, twelve mad and profilin'
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 motherf*cker 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
F*ck your favorite rapper, that pussy nigga signed his life away
Only question I got, which one of you niggas tryna die today?
Rich God customized the jacket, I'ma go get fly today
Catch a body, put one in the head then throw that 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 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 nigga 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 killers outside waitin' just incase them niggas twirl
He high and we can't get him? Okay, send a pretty girl
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English

(RJ slammed this, nigga)
(Dee, you poppin' your hit nigga)

I got killers in all sizes, fat, skinny, slim, tall
I ain't shot my Draco yet, that motherf*cker 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
F*ck your favorite rapper, that pussy nigga signed his life away
Only question I got, which one of you niggas tryna die today?
Rich God customized the jacket, I'ma go get fly today
Catch a body, put one in the head then throw that 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 workin', 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 this 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 f*ck 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, twelve mad and profilin'
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 motherf*cker 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
F*ck your favorite rapper, that pussy nigga signed his life away
Only question I got, which one of you niggas tryna die today?
Rich God customized the jacket, I'ma go get fly today
Catch a body, put one in the head then throw that 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 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 nigga 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 killers outside waitin' just incase them niggas twirl
He high and we can't get him? Okay, send a pretty girl
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Writer: Darius Gerome Henry, Tysen Bolding
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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