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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob49
Vocals
Cardi B
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Belcalis Marlenis Almánzar
Songwriter
Ian Lewis
Songwriter
Gamal Lewis
Songwriter
Robert Coleman Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Schife
Producer
LunchMoney Lewis
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Joshua “Za” Zayas
Recording Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Alright
[Chorus]
Yeah, tell her turn me up, pop that pussy for me
I'm a rich ****, I fuck you right there on that money
Yeah, right there on that money
Spread them blues out
Fuck you right there on that money
Get your nails done, you know I hate it when you bummin'
Spread them blues out
Fuck you right there on that money
Yeah, right there on that money
Spread them blues out
Fuck you right there on that money, huh
[Verse 1]
Bad hoes don't come cheap, alright
Put bad hoes on fleek, alright
First class flight will change your life
Pussy tight, raise your price
Buy you some new teeth, alright
Put your smile on fleek, alright
Leave them broke ****
Girl, them rich ****, we gon' treat you right
My bitch bad, she look just like a bag of money
Every time she call me, she say can she have some money?
I say, "Can I get a threesome?"
She said, "Boy, you funny"
Well, you don't see me laughin'
Come sit that twat down on 'em hundreds
[Chorus]
Tell her turn me up, pop that pussy for me
I'm a rich ****, I fuck you right there on that money
Yeah, right there on that money
Spread them blues out
Fuck you right there on that money
Get your nails done, you know I hate it when you bummin'
Spread them blues out
Fuck you right there on that money
Yeah, right there on that money
Spread them blues out
Fuck you right there on that money
[Refrain]
Yeah, uh, fuck me right there on that money
I ride dick on my feet
I be hoppin' like a bunny
I'm a freak, slut me out
You gon' see me get disgustin'
I be suckin' dick from scratch
When it's soft, when it's gummy, woo
Yeah, yeah, take this pussy from me
I don't want no more kids
Put them right there on my tummy
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Right there on that money
Yeah, yeah
Right there on that money, look
[Verse 2]
Fuck me on the money
Bitch, you don't need no bed
Put that money on me
Like that **** you want dead
Send that Zelle for me, pick out my nails for me
You gon' CC what this throat do when you put Chanel on me
[Verse 3]
He said, "Okay, baby, turn me up and pop that pussy for me"
A-okay
Up and down, make it clap, start applaudin'
A-okay
Turn around, bend it over, don't be borin'
A-okay
Spread my legs, tongue out, I'm Michael Jordan
[Chorus]
Tell her turn me up, pop that pussy for me
I'm a rich ****, I fuck you right there on that money
Yeah, right there on that money
Spread them blues out
Fuck you right there on that money
Get your nails done, you know I hate it when you bummin'
Spread them blues out
Fuck you right there on that money
Yeah, right there on that money
Spread them blues out
Fuck you right there on that money
Written by: Belcalis Marlenis Almánzar, Gamal Lewis, Ian Lewis, Javaan Anderson, Jorden Thorpe Kyle Lanier, Robert Thomas, Thomas Robert Kelly