On It (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Thotties, Posse!

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I got alotta b*tches, and I got alotta n*ggas
And I got alotta shooters and I got alotta killers
And I got alotta money, I been with this money bunny
I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry
More Sosa less Tony, I bought an island no Coney 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: Lil Durk]
I be on a lot of that, extorting n*ggas, call it that
Hear from me, no calling back
Just don't get your cabbage patched
Tryna be like Durk and Sosa, well, these n*ggas lacking that
Why you kissing on this ho? Gang gang them be smacking that
Plus [?] bricks and he be taxing, then we taking that
I can't wife no ho, 'cause now a days, these hoes be breaking back
I don't even smoke, I wish he would, I'ma spray his ass
Money don't grow on trees, but on the block, I'ma make it back
Got a lot of n*ggas booked, met a lot of b*tches crooked
Got a lot of n*ggas shook, killers aiming at your book
All these n*ggas [?] all my n*ggas, they [?]
Gang
Murder murder kill a n*gga
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I got alotta b*tches, and I got alotta n*ggas
And I got alotta shooters and I got alotta killers
And I got alotta money, I been with this money bunny
I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry
More Sosa less Tony, I bought an island no Coney 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 2: Chief Keef]
n*ggas act like they your friends
But n*ggas all pretend
n*ggas act like they your homie
All these n*ggas f*ckin' phony, I know it
Riding in that mortal combat
With a lot of f*cking combat for combat
n*gga don't run, come back
Told your b*tch "don't run, come back"
Take this di*k, n*gga clit clat get back
On that hot sh*t, you can get whacked
18 wheeler sh*t, you can get wet
Throw it back to my b*tches

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I got alotta b*tches, and I got alotta n*ggas
And I got alotta shooters and I got alotta killers
And I got alotta money, I been with this money bunny
I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry
More Sosa less Tony, I bought an island no Coney 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