Bag Of Money Lyrics - Dr. Lecter - Action Bronson

"Where's the fucking money, shitheaddddddddd???!!!" 

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! 

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 into a cannonball 

Hoes with gold teeth, we off the coast of Greece 

In under 3 seconds, muthafucka load the piece 

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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 

2: Meyhem Lauren] 

Surprise! Lauren is in the house 

I eat fowl birds and keep a hen inside my mouth 

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 then I pen it 

Nike Air extraordinaire, it's a cold world, prepare 

That's what it is, dad 

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 

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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! 

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? 

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 pasta 

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'm a 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! 

Action Bronson & Meyhem Lauren] 

The bag of money's coming with me, muthafucka 

(It's all coming with us, nahimean? 

Outdoorsmen!) 

Queens, kid, the bag of money's coming with me 

Uptown connection, you fucking pussy 

(Word up, man, It's all marvel, 

Ya'll 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, nahimean?) 

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)