Lil Wayne, Birdman - I Got Some Money on Me lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Birdman - I Got Some Money on Me lyrics]
I’m bout to kill these hoes
I don’t be politicin', I’m not political
Fuck you talkin' about? bitch
I’m Kenneth Cole
My goons masked up, Rey Mysterio
Bitch, eat somethin'
I don’t like skinny hoes
I hit her from the back
She on her tippy toes
I smoke that Green Day, I’m on my Billie Joe
I’m a dog bitch: B-IN-G-O
I’m a rich ass nigga, you bitch ass nigga
I’m from the school of Hard Knocks
You skipped class nigga
Tell her bust that pussy open
Bend it over bring it back
Get some brain out that ho and
Call that ho a "brainiac"
I got some money on me
I’m bout to kill these hoes
I got some money on me
I’m bout to kill these hoes
Fuck you talkin' about? bitch I’m Kenny Cole
I’m a dog bitch: bingo
Every bad bitch love me, I’m Young Money
Tell em pop that pussy for me
Pop that pussy for me
And my niggas got the guns
They're aimin' at your skully
Tell them: "pop that pussy for me"
Pop that pussy for me!
Uptown gangsta life, made man, 5 star nigga
Ya understand me, give a hundred and hundreds
1 hundred
Yeah if you a bad bitch
Say "fuck them other hoes!"
I’m in my lane bitch, you a gutter bowl
Boogers in the watch, it got a runny nose
I like a pink pussy, just like a bunny nose
And we are Young Money, the untouchables
I hit her from the back
I make her touch her toes
I’m on that drink baby, I think I’m comotosed
I’m feelin' real good, Stevie Wonder-ful
And everybody with me strapped
Tell them hoes adapt shoot ‘em in his head
He dead before he collapse
Young Money we the crap, no salary cap
Money talks bitch and mines yap, yap, yap
I got some money on me
I’m bout to kill these hoes
I got some money on me
I’m bout to kill these hoes
If you a bad bitch, say fuck them other hoes
I’m feelin' real good, Stevie Wonder-ful
And we don’t talk about it, we do it, do it
Nigga
Shit can get ugly, Patrick Ewing, nigga
Them niggas can’t see me
But I see through them niggas
And fuck the police, on or off duty nigga
Yeah young Money gunnas
Cash Money mobsters headshots, one on top
Top flow
Yeah i’m on some other shit
I’m stuntin' on them hoes
Bitch I’m smokin' pot, like I’m on the stove
I’m in this bitch, bitch, I’m so Hollygrove
Them hoes treasure me, like a pot of gold
Boy, you thin crust, fuckin' Dominoes
I’m laughin' to the bank
This shit is comical
We do it real big, astronomical
I make her fall for me, bitch, Geronimo
Now get it poppin for a nigga
Show me what you’re workin' with
I’m fly as a mothafucker bitch, no turbulence
Please know my niggas got
Them pistols for emergencies
I’m lookin' for a head doctor
For some brain surgery
Some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes
I got some money on me
I’m bout to kill these hoes
I’m laughin' to the bank
This shit is comical
I make her fall for me, bitch, Geronimo
50 shots in a chopper, break em off proper
You niggas can’t see me, fuck yo binoculars
I’ma coconut Ciroc’er, a beast like Chewbacca
I’m runnin' this shit, I
Don’t even need blockers, uh huh
Yeah (Alright) priceless (Uh, huh)
Fresh off an island (Alright)
Hundred mill (Uh, huh)
Bitch we the bidness (Alright)
5-star gangsta (Alright)
Moola, crazy (Alright, yeah)
Shining on you bitches
I got some money on me
I’m bout to kill these hoes
I got some money on me
I’m bout to kill these hoes sparkling lights