On Dat Money lyrics

[Intro: Rob49]
f*ck me on that money, b*tch
b*tch, f*ck me on that money (Yeah)
n*gga, f*ck me on that money, man
Old hundred
f*ck me on that money, man (Ayy)
f*ck me on that money, yeah
I'm not playin' with you (Yeah), yeah

[Chorus: Rob49]
Tell her, "Turn me up," pop that pus*y for me, hoo
I'm a rich n*gga, I f*ck you right there on that money, hoo (Yeah)
Yeah, right there on that money, huh
Print them blues out (Yeah), and f*ck 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 f*ck you right there on that money, hoo
Yeah, right there on that money, huh
Print them blues out (Yeah), and f*ck 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
pus*y tight, raise your price (Yeah)
Buy you some new teeth alright
Put your smile on fleek, alright
Leave 'em broke n*ggas
Girl, them rich n*ggas, we gon' treat you right (Yeah)
My b*tch bad, she look just like a bag of money (Alright)
Every time she comin', 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 pus*y for me, hoo
I'm a rich n*gga (Yeah), I f*ck you right there on that money, hoo (Yeah)
Yeah, right there on that money, huh
Print them blues out (Yeah), and f*ck 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 f*ck you right there on that money, hoo
Yeah, right there on that money, huh
Print them blues out (Yeah), and f*ck you right there on that money (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Cardi B & Rob49]
Yeah, uh, f*ck me right there on that money
I ride di*k on my feet, I be hoppin' like a bunny (Uh)
I'm a freak, sl*t me out, you gon' see me get disgustin' (Haha)
I be suckin' di*k from scratch, when it's soft, when it's gummy, woo (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, take this pus*y 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)
f*ck me on the money (Yes)
b*tch, we don't need no bed
Put that money on me (Frr)
Like that n*gga 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 pus*y 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 pus*y for me, hoo
I'm a rich n*gga (Yeah), I f*ck you right there on that money, hoo (Yeah)
Yeah, right there on that money, huh
Print them blues out (Yeah), and f*ck 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 f*ck you right there on that money, hoo
Yeah, right there on that money, huh
Print them blues out (Yeah), and f*ck you right there on that money (Yeah)