I Got Some Money on Me lyrics

[Intro: Birdman & Lil Wayne]
(It's a Drew Money beat)
Yeah (Cut the music up)
You understand me? YMCMB (Uh)
C4
Let's go, Young (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got some money on me, I'm 'bout to kill these hoes
I don't be politicin', I'm not political
f*ck you talkin' about? b*tch, I'm Kenny Cole
My goons masked up, Rey Mysterio
b*tch, 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, b*tch: B-I-N-G-O
I'm a rich ass n*gga, you b*tch ass n*gga
I'm from the school of Hard Knocks, you skipped class, n*gga
Tell her bust that pus*y open, bend it over, bring it back
Get some brain out that ho and call that ho a brainiac

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Birdman]
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' about? b*tch, I'm Kenny Cole
I'm a dog, b*tch: B-I-N-G-O
Every bad b*tch love me, I'm Young Money
Tell 'em pop that pus*y for me, pop that pus*y for me
And my n*ggas got the guns, they're aimin' at your skully
Tell 'em pop that pus*y for me, pop that pus*y for me! (Brrat!)
[Interlude 1: Birdman & Lil Wayne]
Uptown gangsta life
Made man, five-star n*gga
You understand me? Give a me hundred
And hundreds, one hundred, brrat! (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
If you a bad b*tch, say "f*ck them other hoes!"
I'm in my lane, b*tch, you a gutter bowl
Boogers in the watch, it got a runny nose
I like a pink pus*y, 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, b*tch, 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*tch, say f*ck them other hoes
I'm feelin' real good, Stevie Wonder-ful
And we don't talk about it, we do it, do it, n*gga
sh*t can get ugly, Patrick Ewing, n*gga
Them n*ggas can't see me, but I see through them n*ggas
And f*ck the police, on or off duty, n*gga
[Interlude 2: Birdman & Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Young Money gunnas (Alright, uh-huh)
Cash Money mobsters, headshots (Alright, yeah, uh-huh)
One up top (Yeah, alright, alright)
Top flow, brrat! (Alright, uh)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I'm on some other sh*t, I'm stuntin' on them hoes
b*tch, I'm smokin' pot, like I'm on the stove
I'm in this b*tch, b*tch, I'm so Hollygrove
Them hoes treasure me, like a pot of gold
Boy, you thin crust: f*ckin' Dominoes
I'm laughin' to the bank, this sh*t is comical
We do it real big, astronomical
I make her fall for me, b*tch, Geronimo
Now get it poppin' for a n*gga, show me what you're workin' with
I'm fly as a motherf*cker, b*tch, no turbulence
Please know my n*ggas 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 sh*t is comical
I make her fall for me, b*tch, Geronimo
Fifty shots in a chopper, break 'em off proper
You n*ggas can't see me, f*ck yo' binoculars
I'ma coconut Ciroc'er, a beast like Chewbacca
I'm runnin' this sh*t, I don't even need blockers, uh-huh
[Outro: Birdman & Lil Wayne]
Yeah, priceless (Alright, uh-huh)
Fresh off an island, hundred mill' (Alright, uh-huh)
b*tch, we the bidness, five-star gangsta (Alright, alright)
Moola, crazy (Alright, yeah)
Shining on you b*tches (I got some money on me, I'm 'bout to kill these hoes)
Hit the club and lay it out (I got some money on me, I'm 'bout to kill these hoes, pat)
Tell you before, sparkling lights
M-O-B
One-hunnid