Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Got Some Money On Me, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song The Devil Inside, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.02.2014
Record label: Eastside
Song language: English
I Got Some Money On Me |
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: bingo |
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 them: «pop that pussy for me» |
Pop that pussy for me ! |
Uptown gangsta life, made man, 5 star nigga |
Ya understand me, give a hundred and hundreds |
1 hundred |
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 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 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 |
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 mothafucker 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 |
50 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 |
Priceless, fresh off an island, hundred mill |
Bitch we the bidness, 5-star gangsta, moola, crazy |