Lil Wayne – I Got Some Money On Me (feat. Birdman) Lyrics

I Got Some Money On Me

Lil Wayne (feat. Birdman)

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"I Got Some Money On Me." - Lil Wayne (feat. Birdman)

Monday, 26 October 2026, 07:13 am

Album: Tha Carter IV (Complete Edition)

Track No: 21

It's a Dre money beat
Yeah, cut the music up
You understand me?
YMCMB, C-four
Let's go, Young
Yeah, uh
I got some money on me, I'm 'bout to kill these hos
I don't be politicin', I'm not political
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, I'm Kenneth Cole
My goons masked up, Rey Mysterio
Bitch, eat somethin', I don't like skinny hos
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 ****, you bitch ass ****
I'm from the school of hard knocks, you skipped class, ****
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 hos
I got some money on me, I'm 'bout to kill these hoes
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, I'm Kenneth 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 **** got the guns, they aimin' at your skully
Tell 'em pop that pussy for me, pop that pussy for me
Uptown gangster life
Made man, five-star, ****
You understand me?
Give me a hundred, in hundreds, one hundred, blaat!
If you a bad bitch, say "Fuck them other hos"
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 him 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 hos
I got some money on me, I'm 'bout to kill these hos
If you a bad bitch, say "Fuck them other hos"
I'm feelin' real good, Stevie Wonder-ful
And we don't talk about it, we do it, do it, ****
Shit can get ugly, Patrick Ewing, ****
Them **** can't see me, but I see through them ****
And fuck the police, on or off duty, ****
Yeah, Young money (alright) gunners (ah, alright)
Cash money mafia (alright)
(You, uh, you alright) head shots, one up top
(Alright) top floor (alright)
I'm on some other shit, I'm stuntin' on them hos
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' Domino's
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 ****, show me what you're workin' with
I'm fly as a motherfucker, bitch, no turbulence
Please know my **** 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 hos
I got some money on me, I'm 'bout to kill these hos
I'm laughin' to the bank, this shit is comical
I make her fall for me, bitch, Geronimo
50 Shots in the chopper, break 'em off proper
You **** can't see me, fuck your binoculars
I'm a coconut Ciroc-er, a beast like Chewbacca
I'm runnin' this shit, I don't even need blockers, uh-huh
Yeah (alright) priceless (uh-huh)
Fresh off an island (alright)
Hundred mil', (uh-huh) bitch, we the business
Five-Star gangster (alright), mula (alright) crazy
Yeah, I got some money on me, I'm 'bout to kill these hos (shin' on you bitches)
I got some money on me, I'm 'bout to kill these hos (filp the club and head out)
Table full, sparklin' lights
One more seat, one hundred

Writer(s): D. Carter, E. Haynie, F. Wexler & Jermaine Preyan.

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