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money caskets - nuk & certified nique lyrics

[intro]
(the circle)

[verse 1]
n*gga, i’m a wizard, i do sh*t to keep my phone slappin’
boy, you really tender, you do sh*t to keep your hoes happy
bro just threw the load at me
i’m consistent with these turnarounds, off turnarounds, yeah, i get road happy
i’m the same n*gga if i’m standin’ at the mic’ or not
i be riskin’ life, it ain’t really sh*t to psych me out
n*ggas better check they self, the words that they put out
i’m a demon how i beat a b*tch to sleep then bite the box

[chorus]
how that money lastin’?
heard my opps was rich, them n*ggas goin’ out with money caskets
i’m tryna touch a billion while these n*ggas out here dummies crashin’
told my b*tch when i go move this brick, it’s gon’ be money madness
only money matter
i’m just tryna get behind a b*tch and watch her booty clappin’
boy, i got a hip, for every hit, i got my shooters stackin’
the way that i be movin’ with that brick, they say i’m d*mn near cas
bro, i’m really blood, i bang a five star and it look like patrick
[verse 2]
boy, we overeven
i don’t get into it with these lil’ n*ggas, i smoked a liter
if you standin’ on some sh*t you sayin’, then you ‘posed to mean it
boy, i pass it out before i hit it, so this dope’s a teaser
i don’t even see these lil’ n*ggas that be money lackin’
brodie in wisconsin in the field like he a honey badger
they can’t throw me off ’cause i’m the n*gga that’s gon’ move the dog
watch me wild whip it up, my fiends, they call it food for thought

[verse 3]
they say they steppin’ on them red woops, i’m like, “yeah, who?”
i’m a n*gga k!lled the pill game and ain’t see med school
i see n*ggas talkin’ like they like that, i’m like, “yeah, it’s cool”
boy, i keep some money on my mind, that be my real mood
i finally learned to channel built*up anger, i be real bool
my phone be really slappin’, crowd control, boy, i be real smooth
know i’m off the hip with it, ain’t trappin’ out no crib
brodie say that new cut just landed, we ain’t use no [?]
[chorus]
how that money lastin’?
heard my opps was rich, them n*ggas goin’ out with money caskets
i’m tryna touch a billion while these n*ggas out here dummies crashin’
told my b*tch when i go move this brick, it’s gon’ be money madness
only money matter
i’m just tryna get behind a b*tch and watch her booty clappin’
boy, i got a hip, for every hit, i got my shooters stackin’
the way that i be movin’ with that brick, they say i’m d*mn near cas
bro, i’m really blood, i bang a five star and it look like patrick

[outro]
bro, i’m really blood, i bang a five star and it look like patrick
bro, i’m really blood, i bang a five star and it look like patrick

- nuk certified nique lyrics

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