Action Bronson - Bag Of Money lyrics

[Sample: The Big Lebowski] "Where's the f**ing money, sh**headdddddddd?!" [Action Bronson:] Yo, f**ing Paulie TRYBE, man Get your muthaf**ing hand out her a**hole We gotta go, fam, we gotta go, kid Yo, get the whip, get the whip! [Verse 1: Action Bronson] I'll take 21st Century poets that's for a thousand Curly hair or Nubian women get me aroused To the point I wanna gamble it all I was smashing from the back She put her hands on the wall She couldn't take the thrust Only lust like a fiend for the dust Or the pizza from Pezzi, perfect sponsored links Want to sleep with the crust Or the 740 Alpina, leather seats is a must And my shorty holding a nina Rolling green in a duuuuuuuuuutch! Bronsolini, organically I rise to paper In the purest form, lyrically derived from nature Like the Amazon, put your cameras on Watch this muthaf**a turn into an animal! Light stubble, rock the muzzle like Hannibal Jump off the top of the boat into a cannonball Hoes with gold teeth, we off the coast of Greece In under 3 seconds, muthaf**a load the piece Kid, the bag of money coming with me You muthaf**a The bag of money coming with me Yeah, the bag of money's coming with me Muthaf**a you [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Surprise! Lauren is in the house I eat fowl birds and keep a hen inside my mouth Always extra, guest featuring with Dr. Lecter Like Bald Head Slick, I hold my mic like a scepter Rest in peace, Guru, son I rep Q-U Chains on chunk They looking at me like "who you?!" These handmade Cubans probably f**ing up my posture Pesto sauce properly drizzled upon my pasta No imposter, son I'm authentic Around d** so much, I'm probably raw scented Bag of money dips, triceps is all dented Precise painting pictures Think about life and then I pen it Nike Air extraordinaire, it's a cold world, prepare That's what it is, dad Winterize your vehicle I love kicks like Action Bronson loves a reefer pull Peace to good, bad girls that let us both sleep with you The bag of b**hes coming with me Word up, son, all the b**hes coming with me Yeah, yo, the bag of b**hes coming with me We go raw son, all the b**hes coming with me! We making babies tonight, n***a Yeah, smoke what you want, sniff what you want You wanna have five daddies, you ever have five daddies before? [Verse 3: Action Bronson] Ayo, 2010, got 'em buzzing like a beeper Round table discussion Conference in Geneva Leaders at the table, poly over nasal Forty seven minutes since the time I lit the basil My rhymes are carte blanche Liver than the Oscars Extra virgin olive oil drizzled on the pasta Fry the bacon, make it sizzle for the chazers Honor in this thing of ours Living like the mobsters Compliments go to the chef and that's the real My crew of goonies in the joint We need some extra veal You know the Caddy got an extra wheel And if I'm ever in a pickle, I can hand a f**ing Tek to Steele Take aim and knock an apple off your head And I'm a play like Polamalu You get tackled for the bread We're running in your crib Your shorty shackled to the bed Money laying on the Persian Leaking plasma from the lead And it's on! [Outro: Action Bronson & Meyhem Lauren] The bag of money's coming with me, muthaf**a (It's all coming with us, nahimean? Outdoorsmen!) Queens, kid, the bag of money's coming with me Uptown connection, you f**ing p**y (Word up, man, It's all marvel, Ya'll n***as know everything is marvel) Bronsonlini, Bronsolovski, Team Facelift (Everything we drink, everything we smoke, Everything we buy, everything we sell It's all marvel!) My muthaf**ing man Shaz Paulie TRYBE, Paulie Walnuts (Action Marvel, Meyhem Marvel, nahimean?) Machine, Fonda, Tommy Guns (Tommy Marvel, Marvel is everybody's middle name we f** with Meyhem Marvel Lauren, it's all marvel The bag of money's coming with us)