On That Money lyrics

[Intro: Rob49]
Yeah, f*ck me on that money, b*tch (The biggest in it)
b*tch, f*ck me on that money (In Killadelphia with real killers, man)
b*tch, f*ck me on that money, all hundreds (Floor)
f*ck me on that money, f*ck me on that money (Thank you, Timmy boy)
Stop playin' with you, come on

[Verse 1: Skrilla]
Uh, f*ck me on that money
Told the b*tch to drop it low and shake that ass and do it slow and f*ck me on that money
f*ck me on that money
Pullin' up brand new machine, so fresh, so clean, feel like a pimp
b*tch, where the f*ck my money?
f*ck me on that money
For that munyun get you done, yeah, for a Funyun, I got racks, can kill the f*ck I wanted
Snotty b*tch, b*tch wipe your nose
MIA, I'm with the Zoes
24K, my sh*t straight gold, that's what the f*ck I wanted

[Verse 2: Rob49 & Skrilla]
f*ck me on that money (Money)
I done spent a check on hats, an M on clothes, a quarter in the streets, another million comin' (Comin')
f*ck me on that money (f*ck me on that money)
Wrist pain, neck pain, mouth pain, this ain't come from Johnny Dang, I'm bustin' (I'm bustin')
f*ck me on that money (f*ck me on that money)
Know that munyun get you done, yeah, I realize these rappers fake and these n*ggas ain't puttin' nothin' under (Under)
f*ck me on that money (f*ck me on that money)
n*ggas linkin' up with rats, what the f*ck?
I'm the biggest in it, Big 4 would never (Never)
Put both chains in a fast car, still f*ck bad broads, leave when trap call
I ain't got no motherf*ckin' big dog, broski in the trenches and he crack cards
Get a top, top, hundred grand large (Woo)
I don't buy jewelry, I buy hot cars (I buy hot cars)
Zombieland
If you love me, get me tatted (Get me tatted, yeah, it's me)
You want a VM chain, you gotta put somethin' in a casket, yeah
[Verse 3: Skrilla]
30K spent on my wrist when I ain't even have it (Goddamn)
I ain't into buyin' jewelry, I buy Percs and ratchets (Yeah, it's Skrilla)
I just bought a Striker, candy paint interior Oreo (Skrrt)
7.62s stuffed inside the mag', like who is next to go? (Frrt)
Bippin' in the bity, hard body, ain't nobody standin' me (No man)
Zombie walkin', havin' lick, but ain't nobody jammin' me (Uh)
f*ck me on that money (Money, money)
In the bank with all killers, straight dealers, hundred rounds inside the mag', who want it? (Yeah, on God)
f*ck me on that money (f*ck me on that money)
Man, these n*ggas don't be actin' what they rappin', stop believin' what they preachin'
Bloody baptize like a deacon
Eleguá do what I need him (Eleguá)
My Orunla what I wanted and Ogun protect the haunted (Haunted)
f*ck me on that money
Pull up too trim two deep in Suburban's, Maybach backseats got the curtains (Skrrt)
Shooters shoot shooters on purpose
f*ck me on that money, stupid, b*tch

[Outro: Skrilla]
Yeah, it's me