On Dat Money (feat. Cardi B)

Rob49

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    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 playin' with you (Yeah), yeah

    Tell her: Turn me up, pop that pussy for me, oh
    I'm a rich nigga, I'm fuckin' right there on that money, oh (Yeah)
    Yeah, right there on that money, huh
    Spend 'em blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, oh (Yeah)
    Get your nails done, you know I hate when you bummin', oh
    Spend 'em blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, oh
    Yeah, right there on that money, huh
    Spend 'em blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, huh

    Bad ho, don't come cheat, [?] right
    Put bad hoes on fleek, alright
    First class flight will change your life
    Pussy tight, raise your price (Yeah)
    Buy you some new tit alright
    Put your smile on fleek, alright
    Leave 'em broke niggas
    Girl, I'm rich nigga, we gon' treat you right (Yeah)
    My bitch bad, she look just like a bag of money (Alright)
    Every time she comin', [?], cash, you have some money
    I say: Can I get a threesome? (Yeah) She say: Boy, you funny
    But you won't see me [?], come sit that twat on 'em hundreds (Yeah, yeah)

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    Tell her: Turn me up, pop that pussy for me, oh
    I'm a rich nigga (Yeah), I'm fuckin' right there on that money, oh (Yeah)
    Yeah, right there on that money, huh
    Spend 'em blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, oh (Yeah)
    Get your nails done, you know I hate when you bummin', oh
    Spend 'em blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, oh
    Yeah, right there on that money, huh
    Spend 'em blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, oh

    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' CC 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, throw me [?] (Woo)
    Ayy, okay, spread my legs, tongue out, I'm Michael Jordan (Woo, woo, woo, woo, yeah, yeah)

    Tell her: Turn me up, pop that pussy for me, oh
    I'm a rich nigga (Yeah), I'm fuckin' right there on that money, oh (Yeah)
    Yeah, right there on that money, huh
    Spend 'em blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, oh (Yeah)
    Get your nails done, you know I hate when you bummin', huh
    Spend 'em blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, oh
    Yeah, right there on that money, huh
    Spend 'em blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money (Yeah)

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    Composición: LunchMoney Lewis, Cardi B, Rob49 y Schife

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