Brian “Big Ba**” Gardner - I Got Some Money on Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I got some money on me, I'm bout to k** these hoes I don't be politicin', I'm not political f** you talkin' about? b**h I'm Kenneth Cole My goons masked up, Rey Mysterio b**h, 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**h: B-I-N-G-O I'm a rich a** n***a, you b**h a** n***a I'm from the school of Hard Knocks, you skipped cla** n***a Tell her bust that p**y open, bend it over bring it back Get some brain out that ho and call that ho a "brainiac" [Hook: Lil Wayne] I got some money on me, I'm bout to k** these hoes I got some money on me, I'm bout to k** these hoes f** you talkin' about? b**h I'm Kenny Cole I'm a dog b**h: bingo Every bad b**h love me, I'm Young Money Tell em pop that p**y for me, pop that p**y for me And my n***as got the guns, they're aimin' at your skully Tell them: "pop that p**y for me" Pop that p**y for me ! [Birdman] Uptown gangsta life, made man, 5 star n***a Ya understand me, give a hundred and hundreds 1 hundred [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] If you a bad b**h, say "f** them other hoes!" I'm in my lane b**h, you a gutter bowl Boogers in the watch, it got a runny nose I like a pink p**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**h and mines yap, yap, yap I got some money on me, I'm bout to k** these hoes I got some money on me, I'm bout to k** these hoes If you a bad b**h, say f** them other hoes I'm feelin' real good, Stevie Wonder-ful And we don't talk about it, we do it, do it, n***a sh** can get ugly, Patrick Ewing, n***a Them n***as can't see me, but I see through them n***as And f** the police, on or off duty n***a [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I'm on some other sh**, I'm stuntin' on them hoes b**h I'm smokin' pot, like I'm on the stove I'm in this b**h, b**h, I'm so Hollygrove Them hoes treasure me, like a pot of gold Boy, you thin crust, f**in' Dominoes I'm laughin' to the bank, this sh** is comical We do it real big, astronomical I make her fall for me, b**h, Geronimo Now get it poppin for a n***a, show me what you're workin' with I'm fly as a mothaf**er b**h, no turbulence Please know my n***as got them pistols for emergencies I'm lookin' for a head doctor for some brain surgery Some money on me, I'm bout to k** these hoes I got some money on me, I'm bout to k** these hoes I'm laughin' to the bank, this sh** is comical I make her fall for me, b**h, Geronimo 50 shots in a chopper, break em off proper You n***as can't see me, f** yo binoculars I'ma coconut Ciroc'er, a beast like Chewbacca I'm runnin' this sh**, I don't even need blockers [Birdman] Priceless, fresh off an island, hundred mill b**h we the bidness, 5-star gangsta, moola, crazy