Lil Wayne feat. Birdman – I Got Some Money On Me Lyrics


Posted on August 29, 2011

[Lil Wayne]
I got some money on me
I’m ’bout to kill these hoes
I don’t be politicing, I’m not political
F-ck you talkin’ bout, b***h I’m Kenneth Cole
My goons masked up, Ray Mysterio
b***h, eat something, 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 b***h, BINGO
I’m a rich a*s n***a, you b***h a*s n***a
I’m from the school of hard knocks
You skip class n***a
Tell her buss that p***y open
Bend it over bring it back
Get some brain out that hoe and call that hoe 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
F-ck you talkin’ ’bout, b***h I’m Kenny Cole
I’m a dog b***h, BINGO
Every bad b***h love me

I’m young money, tell em pop that p-sssy for me
Pop that p-ssy for me
And my n****s got the guns, they aiming for ya skully
Tell ‘em pop that p-ssy for me
pop that p-ssy for me

[Birdman]
Uptown gangsta life, made man, 5 star n***a
Ya understand me, give a hundred and hundreds
1 hundred

[Lil Wayne]
If you a bad b***h, say f-ck them other hoes
I’m in my lane b***h, you a gutter bowl
Boogers in the watch, it got a runny nose
I like a pink p-ssy, 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 feeling 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 b***h 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 b***h, say f-ck them other hoes
I’m feeling real good, Stevie Wonder-ful

And we don’t talk about it, we do it, do it, n***a
s**t can get ugly, Patrick Ewing, n***a
Them n****s can’t see me, but I see through them n****s
and f-ck the police, on or off duty n***a

I’m on ome other sht, I’m stunting on them hoes
b***h I’m smoking pot, like I’m on the stove
I’m in this b***h, b***h, I’m so Holly Grove
Them hoes treasure me, like a pot of Gold
Boy, you thin crust, f-cking Dominoes
I’m laughing to the bank, this s**t is comical
We do it real big, astronomical
I make her fall for me, b***h, Jeronimo

Now get it poppin for a n***a
Show me what you’re working with
I’m fly as a muthaf-cka b***h, no turbulence
Please know my n****s got them pistols for emergencies
I’m looking 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 laughing to the bank, this s**t is comical
I make her fall for me, b***h geronimo

50 shots in a chopper, break ‘em off proper
You n****s can’t see me, f-ck yo binoculars
I’ma coconut Ciroc’er, a beast like Chewbacca
I’m running this s**t, I don’t even need blockers

[Birdman]
Priceless, fresh off an island, hundred mill
b***h we the bidness, 5 star gangsta, mula, crazy


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