On Dat Money Rob49 & Cardi B

[Intro: Rob49]
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

[Chorus: Rob49]
Tell her, "Turn me up," pop that pussy for me, hoo
I'm a rich nigga, I fuck you right there on that money, hoo (Yeah)
Yeah, right there on that money, huh
Print them blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, hoo (Yeah)
Get your nails done, you know I hate it when you bummy, hoo
Print them blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, hoo
Yeah, right there on that money, huh
Print them blues out (Yeah), and fuck you right there on that money, huh

[Verse 1: Rob49]
Bad ho, don't come cheap, alright
Put bad hoes on fleek, alright
First class flight'll change your life
Pussy tight, raise your price (Yeah)
Buy you some new teeth alright
Put your smile on fleek, alright
Leave 'em broke niggas
Girl, them rich niggas, we gon' treat you right (Yeah)
My bitch bad, she look just like a bag of money (Alright)
Every time she comin', she say can she have some money
I say, "Can I get a threesome?" (Yeah) She say, "Boy, you funny"
But you won't see me laughin', come sit that twat down on 'em hundreds, hoo (Yeah, yeah)