I Got Some Money On Me Lyrics - My Last Breath - Birdman

It's a Dramani beat 

Yeah, pot the music up 

You understand me? Y.M., C.M.B. 

C4, let's go, Young, Yeah, uh 

I got some money on me, I'm 'bout to kill these hoes 

I don't be politicking, 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 hoes 

I hit her from the back, she on her tippie toes 

I smoke that Green Day, I'm on my Billie Joel 

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 skip class, nigga 

Tell her bust that pussy open, bend it over, bring it back 

Get some brain out that hoe and call that hoe a Brainiac 

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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' 'bout? 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 aimin' at ya skully 

Tell 'em pop that pussy for me, pop that pussy for me 

Uptown gangster life 

Made man, 5 Star, nigga 

Ya understand me, give a hundred 

And hundreds, one hundred 

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 

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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 e'rybody 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 mine's 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 gunners 

Cash Money Mobsters 

Hittin' shots, one up top 

Top flo' 

I'm on some other shit, I'm stuntin' on them hoes 

Bitch, I'm smokin' pot like I'm on a stove 

I'm in this bitch pitch, I'm so Holly Grove 

Them hoes treasure me like a pot of gold 

Boy, you thin crust, fuckin' Dominos 

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 the 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 

Priceless, fresh off an island 

Hundred mill, bitch we the business 

5 Star gangsta, moolah crazy 

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