On That Money Lyrics – Skrilla

Read the full On That Money lyrics by Skrilla and Rob49 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Skrilla like Resident and Crash Out Boyz.

[Intro: Rob49]
Yeah, fu*k me on that money, b!tch (The biggest in it)
B!tch, fu*k me on that money (In Killadelphia with real killers, man)
B!tch, fu*k me on that money, all hundreds (Floor)
Fu*k me on that money, fu*k me on that money (Thank you, Timmy boy)
Stop playing with you, come on

[Verse 1: Skrilla]
Uh, fu*k me on that money
Told the b!tch to drop it low and shake that ass and do it slow and fu*k me on that money
Fu*k me on that money
Pulling up brand new machine, so fresh, so clean, feel like a pimp

B!tch, where the fu*k my money?
Fu*k me on that money
For that munyun get you done, yeah, for a Funyun, I got racks, can kill the fu*k I wanted
Snotty wrist, b!tch, wipe your nose
In MIA, I’m with the Zoes
24K, my s*it straight gold, that’s what the fu*k I wanted

[Verse 2: Rob49 & Skrilla]
Fu*k me on that money (Money)
I done spent a check on hats, an M on clothe, a quarter in the streets, another million coming (Coming)
Fu*k me on that money (Fu*k me on that money)
Wrist paid, neck paid, mouth paid, this ain’t come from Johnny Dang, I’m busting (I’m busting)
Fu*k me on that money (Fu*k me on that money)
Know that munyun get you done, yeah, I realize these rappers fake and these n!ggas ain’t put nothing under (Under)
Fu*k me on that money (Fu*k me on that money)
N!ggas linking up with rats, what the fu*k?
I’m the biggest in it, Big 4 would never (Never)
Put both chains in a fast car, still fu*k bad broads, leave when trap call
I ain’t got no motherfu*king big dog, broski in the trenches and he crack cards
Get a top, top, hundred grand large (Woo)
L 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 something in a casket, yeah

[Verse 3: Skrilla]
30K spent on my wrist when I ain’t even have it (Goddamn)
I ain’t in to buying 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)
Bipping in the bity, hard body, ain’t nobody standing me (No man)
Zombie walking, having lick, but ain’t nobody jamming me (Uh)
Fu*k 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)
Fu*k me on that money (Fu*k me on that money)
Man, these n!ggas don’t be acting what they rapping, stop believing what they preaching
Bloody baptize like a deacon
Eleguá do what I need him (Eleguá)
My Orunla what I wanted and Ogun protect the haunted (Haunted)
Fu*k me on that money
Pull up too trim two deep in Suburban’s, Maybach backseats got the curtains (Skrrt)
Shooters shoot s*it on purpose
Fu*k me on that money, stupid, b!tch

[Outro: Skrilla]
Yeah, it’s me