Wicked Ways Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I know, yeah, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Close your eyes imagine Feel the magic

Vegas on acid But the fact is I ain't never had shit

Except for a couple of bad habits Badass kids backslash drug addicts

Monkey on my back like Aladdin I set the game to flames just like a dragon

Five o'clock traffic, let them have it Broad daylight action, accidents happy

I got issues that you can't see Buried under a half gallon of brandy

And they got feelings that they hide I see it in their eyes

Deep inside they can't stand me, no

But it can't be, damn, we were like family Way before we ever thought about a Grammy

And I got a chopper in the coup But just in case it doesn't shoot

This deuce duece in my boot, that's plan B

And they got me twisted, bitches told me I'm trippin

Back when all I had in my kitchen was roaches and dirty dishes

Bitches, I had to dig a couple ditches on my road to riches

And I had to put some distance between me and these bitches

And I think my best friend wishes that he could catch me slippin

Leave me sleepin' with the fishes, he been acting suspicious

And I think he knows about me strippin' in the kitchen

With his mrs. and hitting it on top of the dirty dishes, damn

What's sad is I don't even feel bad Put the motherfuckin' money in the bag

I don't mean to be dramatic But I gotta have it, yeah, yeah

I got wicked ways for the love of money, wicked ways

I'm diggin' graves for the love of money, I'm diggin' graves

Gettin' paid for the love of money, I'm gettin' paid

I'm not ashamed of these wicked ways, no way

Y'all done done it now And I ain't scared of overdosing

But I'm terrified of comin' down Your main bitch just texted and said she comin' now

And she let me hit it every time she come around

Wait, let me dumb it down, boy, I keep a gun around

I told her a hundred round, bitch, that mean I better gun him down

Locked down, they thought I was never comin' out

But, bitch, I'm back from the dead, king of the underground

And mama told me to tell you bitches you dead meat

Just like my father dared to me, cause he a deadbeat

It's too late now, what they got to say now

I hate how this shit played out

But I might spray rounds, run off inside the bank now

Tell everybody to lay down, yeah, face down

And tell them bitches open up the safe now

Oh, wait, it ain't nobody's safe now

What's sad is I don't even feel bad For motherfuckin' money in the bag

I don't mean to be dramatic, but I gotta have it, yeah, yeah

I got wicked ways for the love of money, wicked ways

I'm diggin' graves for the love of money, I'm diggin' graves

Gettin' paid for the love of money, I'm gettin' paid

I'm not ashamed of these wicked ways, no way

Yeah, yeah, wicked ways, yeah, wicked ways

Dig a grave, yeah, shit, yeah

This shit don't stop, shit don't change, yeah

But I'm not ashamed, ashamed, nah

Got one bitch, I'm not ashamed, got one bitch