Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Me, artist - Moneybagg Yo. Date of issue: 10.08.2017
Song language: English
On Me |
| I just wake up and get my day started like this here |
| This how I do this shit fool |
| All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me |
| They like fleas, I can’t get 'em off me, off me, off me |
| Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, 'razzi, 'razzi |
| Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, 'ase, 'ase |
| In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies |
| Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley |
| If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi |
| Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie |
| My car ain’t got no key, you got to push start it |
| Pull up in a foreign and valet park it |
| I’m somewhere in Memphis at a day party |
| Security trippin' at the door, we had to Bogard it |
| Boy your swag on fufu like the free market |
| I been doin' this sauce shit since Ed Hardy |
| He froze up in the action, he a choke artist |
| My nigga 'dem don’t miss shit, they scope artists |
| I need a bitch like Kash Doll, a black barbie |
| If this rap shit today, on Black I’m back robbin' |
| All these narcotics I’m takin' got my head naughty |
| She eatin' the dick while bumpin' me, I got her head nodding |
| All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me |
| They like fleas, I can’t get 'em off me, off me, off me |
| Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, 'razzi, 'razzi |
| Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, 'ase, 'ase |
| In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies |
| Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley |
| If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi |
| Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie |
| My homies gangster, uh-huh |
| I’m talkin' dangerous, uh-huh |
| They don’t post no fuckin' pictures of no bangers, uh-huh |
| They won’t go to court and point no fuckin' fingers, uh-huh |
| In the trenches with 'em, don’t give a fuck 'cause I’m famous, uh-huh |
| Drop him where he stand, burn him like a tan |
| They gon' do it for me, just on my command |
| Shawty thick as fuck, I wanna get in her pants |
| She got a man but tonight he ain’t in her plans |
| Let me show you why the call me MoneyBagg, hundred K large in a Gucci duffle |
| I got a real check on me, pockets I stuff 'em, hope I don’t bust 'em |
| Saint Laurents when I walk |
| You ain’t got these 'cause these here custom |
| Hittin' your bitch from the back on the dresser last night |
| I fucked around scuffed 'em, damn |
| All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me |
| They like fleas, I can’t get 'em off me, off me, off me |
| Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, 'razzi, 'razzi |
| Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, 'ase, 'ase |
| In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies |
| Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley |
| If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi |
| Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie |