On Dat Money

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Rob49 - Rap, Dirty South

On Dat Money

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[Intro: Rob49] Fuck me on that money, bitch Bitch, fuck me on that money (Yeah) Nigga, fuck me on that money, man Old hundred Fuck me on that money, man (Ayy) Fuck me on that money, yeah I'm not playin' with you (Yeah), yeah [Chorus: Rob49] Tell her, "Turn me up," pop that pussy for me, hoo I'm a rich nigga, I fuck you right there on that money, hoo (Yeah) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Print them blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, hoo (Yeah) Get your nails done, you know I hate it when you bummy, hoo Print them blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, hoo Yeah, right there on that money, huh Print them blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, huh [Verse 1: Rob49] Bad ho, don't come cheap, alright Put bad hoes on fleek, alright First class flight'll change your life Pussy tight, raise your price (Yeah) Buy you some new teeth alright Put your smile on fleek, alright Leave 'em broke niggas Girl, them rich niggas, we gon' treat you right (Yeah) My bitch bad, she look just like a bag of money (Alright) Every time she call me, she say can she have some money I say, "Can I get a threesome?" (Yeah) She say, "Boy, you funny" But you won't see me laughin', come sit that twat down on 'em hundreds, hoo (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Rob49] Tell her, "Turn me up," pop that pussy for me, hoo I'm a rich nigga (Yeah), I fuck you right there on that money, hoo (Yeah) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Print them blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, hoo (Yeah) Get your nails done, you know I hate it when you bummy, hoo Print them blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, hoo Yeah, right there on that money, huh Print them blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money (Yeah) [Verse 2: Cardi B & Rob49] Yeah, uh, fuck me right there on that money I ride dick on my feet, I be hoppin' like a bunny (Uh) I'm a freak, slut me out, you gon' see me get disgustin' (Haha) I be suckin' dick from scratch, when it's soft, when it's gummy, woo (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, take this pussy from me I don't want no more kids, put them right there on my tummy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Right there on that money (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah) Right there on that money, look (Haha) Fuck me on the money (Yes) Bitch, we don't need no bed Put that money on me (Frr) Like that nigga you want dead, look (Baow) Send that Zelle for me, pick out my nails for me You gon' see-see what this throat do when you put Chanel on me (Aah) He said, "Okay, baby, turn me up, and pop that pussy for me" Ayy, okay, up and down, make it clap, start applaudin' Ayy, okay (Woo), turn around (Woo), bend it over, don't be boring (Woo) Ayy, okay, spread my legs, tongue out, I'm Michael Jordan (Woo, woo, woo, woo, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Rob49] Tell her, "Turn me up," pop that pussy for me, hoo I'm a rich nigga (Yeah), I fuck you right there on that money, hoo (Yeah) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Print them blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, hoo (Yeah) Get your nails done, you know I hate it when you bummy, hoo Print them blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, hoo Yeah, right there on that money, huh Print them blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money (Yeah)

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Credits

Writers
  • Rob49
  • Cardi B
  • Schife
  • LunchMoney Lewis