On It On It lyrics

[Intro]
Thotties, Posse!

[Chorus]
I got a lotta b*tches, and I got a lotta n*ggas (thotties, posse)
And I got a lotta shooters and I got a lotta killers (bop)
And I got a lotta money, I been with this money bunny
I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry
More Sosa less Tony Tony, I bought an island no colony dummy
I'm coolin' in Hawaii, countin' money countin' money money
All these n*ggas phony phony, all these b*tches bony bony
n*ggas act like homies homies, that's why I be on it on it

[Verse 1]
Ridin' in that Moto Morini
Pockets filled with hundred money
I am not no dummy dummy
Pistol hit your tummy tummy
And I got a Tommy Tommy
Glock 10 marked doin' bunnies bunnies
He want beef its farmie farmie
We come through, army army
All we see is running running
Guess what, I am blunted blunted
This sh*t smells like onions onions
Trae Cas Stacy be smokin' that funny funny, funny
Swear that sh*t ain't funny funny
3.5 in my blunted blunted
Let me get some top honey
Then I might just bone it bone it (thottie)
Walk in the label, then I run it run it (count my f*ckin' cash)
I need my cash at this f*ckin' moment (fore I bust yo ass)
This is business, we is not no homies (yeah yeah yeah)
Don't make me catch a f*ckin' homi (yeah yeah)
[Chorus]
I got a lotta b*tches, and I got a lotta n*ggas
And I got a lotta shooters and I got a lotta killers
And I got a lotta money, I been with this money bunny
I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry
More Sosa less Tony Tony, I bought an island no colony dummy
I'm coolin' in Hawaii, countin' money countin' money money
All these n*ggas phony phony, all these b*tches bony bony
n*ggas act like homies homies, that's why I be on it on it
(On it On it)

[Verse 2]
n*ggas act like they your friends (nah)
But n*ggas all pretend (yeah)
n*ggas act like they your homie (nah)
All these n*ggas f*ckin' phony, I know it (yeah)
Riding in that mortal combat (skrt)
With a lot of f*cking combat for combat (bang bang bang)
n*gga don't run, come back (gang)
Told your b*tch "don't run, come back"
Take this di*k, n*gga click-clack get back (bang bang bang)
On that hot sh*t, you can get whacked (bang)
18 wheeler sh*t, you can get wet (gang gang bang)
Throw it back to my b*tches

[Chorus]
I got a lotta b*tches, and I got a lotta n*ggas
And I got a lotta shooters and I got a lotta killers (bang bang)
And I got a lotta money, I been with this money bunny (fff beep)
I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry
More Sosa less Tony Tony, I bought an island no colony dummy
I'm coolin' in Hawaii, countin' money countin' money money
All these n*ggas phony phony, all these b*tches bony bony
n*ggas act like homies homies, that's why I be on it on it