Bag of Money

Lyrics

[Sample: The Big Lebowski] "Where's the fucking money, shitheaddddddddd???!!!" [Intro: Action Bronson] Yo, fucking Paulie Trybe, man Get your muthafucking hand out her asshole 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 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 muthafucka turn into an animal! Light stubble, rock the muzzle like Hannibal Jump off the top of the boat and do a cannonball Hoes with gold teeth, we off the coast of Greece In under 3 seconds, muthafucka, load the piece [Chorus: Action Bronson] Kid, the bag of money coming with me You muthafucka The bag of money coming with me Yeah, the bag of money's coming with me Muthafucka 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 fucking up my posture Pesto sauce properly drizzled upon my pasta No imposter, son, I'm authentic Around drugs so much, I'm probably raw scented Bag of money dips, triceps is all dented Precise painting pictures Think about life and I'll pen it Nike Air extraordinaire, it's a cold world, prepare That's what it is there, 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 [Chorus: Meyhem Lauren] The bag of bitches coming with me Word up, son, all the bitches coming with me Yeah, yo, the bag of bitches coming with me We go raw son, all the bitches coming with me! [Post-Chorus: Meyhem Lauren] We making babies tonight, nigga 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 pastas 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 fucking Tek to Steele Take aim and knock an apple off your head And I'ma 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, muthafucka (It's all coming with us, nah mean? Outdoorsmen!) Queens, kid, the bag of money's coming with me Uptown connection, you fucking pussy (Word up, man, It's all marvel Y'all niggas 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 muthafucking man Shaz Paulie Trybe, Paulie Walnuts (Action Marvel, Meyhem Marvel, nah mean?) Machine, Fonda, Tommy Guns (Tommy Marvel, Marvel is everybody's middle name we fuck with Meyhem Marvel Lauren, it's all marvel The bag of money's coming with us)