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Cardi B - On Dat Money Feat Rob49 Lyrics

Fuck me on that money, bitch
Bitch, fuck me on that money (Yeah)
Nigga, fuck me on that money, man
Old hundrstronger than eme 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)

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 (ah)
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)