Lyrics

[Intro: Birdman & Lil Wayne] (It's a Drew Money beat) Yeah (Cut the music up) You understand me? YMCMB (Uh) C4 Let's go, Young (Yeah, uh) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I got some money on me, I'm 'bout to kill these hoes I don't be politicin', I'm not political Fuck you talkin' about? Bitch, I'm Kenny 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 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 nigga, you bitch ass nigga I'm from the school of Hard Knocks, you skipped class, nigga Tell her bust that pussy open, bend it over, bring it back Get some brain out that ho and call that ho a brainiac [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Birdman] 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' about? 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're aimin' at your skully Tell 'em pop that pussy for me, pop that pussy for me! (Brrat!) [Interlude 1: Birdman & Lil Wayne] Uptown gangsta life Made man, five-star nigga You understand me? Give a me hundred And hundreds, one hundred, brrat! (Yeah) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] 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 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 'em 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 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 [Interlude 2: Birdman & Lil Wayne] Yeah Young Money gunnas (Alright, uh-huh) Cash Money mobsters, headshots (Alright, yeah, uh-huh) One up top (Yeah, alright, alright) Top flow, brrat! (Alright, uh) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I'm on some other shit, I'm stuntin' on them hoes 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' Dominoes 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 a 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 [Outro: Birdman & Lil Wayne] Yeah, priceless (Alright, uh-huh) Fresh off an island, hundred mill' (Alright, uh-huh) Bitch, we the bidness, five-star gangsta (Alright, alright) Moola, crazy (Alright, yeah) Shining on you bitches (I got some money on me, I'm 'bout to kill these hoes) Hit the club and lay it out (I got some money on me, I'm 'bout to kill these hoes, pat) Tell you before, sparkling lights M-O-B One-hunnid