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Undertaker - Money Man

Undertaker

Money Man

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03:04

Song Introduction

"Undertaker" by Money Man is a compelling track that highlights his unique approach to hip-hop. Released in [release year], the song blends trap beats with Money Man's distinctive lyrical style, exploring themes of perseverance and overcoming challenges. The production features hard-hitting basslines and catchy melodies, creating an engaging listening experience. "Undertaker" has been praised for its authentic energy and Money Man's ability to deliver relatable verses, solidifying his place in the contemporary rap scene. Fans appreciate the track for its honest storytelling and dynamic flow, making it a standout addition to his body of work.

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Lyric

(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

- It's already the end -