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Lil' Wayne, Birdman - I Got Some Money On Me

I Got Some Money On Me
Lil' Wayne, Birdman
04:05
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It's a Drew Money beat.

[Birdman:]
Yeah!
[Lil Wayne:]
Turn the music up.
[Birdman:]
Ya understand me? YMCMB. C4. Let's go, y'all!

[Lil Wayne:]
I got some money on me, 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-I-N-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: B-I-N-G-O,
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 aimin' at your skully.
Tell ‘em pop that pussy for me, pop that pussy for me!

[Birdman:]
Uptown gangsta life. Made man. 5 star nigga.
Ya understand me? Give a hundred and hundreds.
One hundred.

[Lil Wayne:]
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 comatose,
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!

[Birdman:]
Yeah! Young Money gunnas. Cash Money mobstas.
Hittin' shots. One up-top. Top flow.

[Lil Wayne:]
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' Domino's.
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.
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.
I'm laughin' to the bank, this shit is comical,
I make her fall for me, bitch, Geronimo!
Fifty shots in a chopper break ‘em off proper,
You niggas can't see me, fuck yo binoculars!
Imma coconut Cîrocer, a beast like Chewbacca,
I'm runnin' this shit, I don't even need blockers.

[Birdman]
Priceless. Fresh off an island. Hundred mill.
Bitch, we the bidness. 5 star gangsta. Moola crazy.

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