I Got Some Money on Me - Lil Wayne ft. Birdman

(It's a Drew Money beat)

Yeah (Cut the music up)

You understand me? YMCMB (Uh)

C4

Let's go, Young (Yeah, uh)

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 Kenny 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're aimin' at your skully

Tell 'em pop that pussy for me, pop that pussy for me! (Brrat!)

Uptown gangsta life

Made man, five-star nigga

You understand me? Give a me hundred

And hundreds, one hundred, brrat! (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 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

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)

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 motherfucker, 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

Fifty 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, priceless (Alright, uh-huh)

Fresh off an island, hundred mill' (Alright, uh-huh)

Bitch, we the bidness, five-star gangsta (Alright, alright)

Moola, crazy (Alright, yeah)

Shining on you bitches (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