I Got Some Money on Me lyrics

by

Jadakiss


[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 Kenneth 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]
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: bingo
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 them: "pop that pus*y for me"
Pop that pus*y for me !

[Interlude: Birdman]
Uptown gangsta life, made man, 5 star n*gga
Ya understand me, give a hundred and hundreds
1 hundred
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
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 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 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: Birdman]
Yeah
Young Money gunnas
Cash Money mobsters
Headshots, one on top
Top flow
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
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 mothaf*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
50 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 (Alright)
Priceless (Uh-huh)
Fresh off an island (Alright)
Hundred mill (Uh-huh)
b*tch we the bidness (Alright)
5-star gangsta (Alright)
Moola, crazy (Alright, yeah)
Shining on you b*tches
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
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