ChopsquadDJ - On It On It lyrics

[Intro] Thotties, Posse! [Hook] I got alotta b**hes, and I got alotta n***as And I got alotta shooters and I got alotta k**ers And I got alotta money, I been with this money bunny I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry More Sosa less Tony, I bought an island no Coney dummy I'm coolin in Hawaii, countin' money countin' money money All these n***as phony phony, all these b**hes bony bony n***as act like homies homies, that's why I be on it on it [Verse 1] Ridin' in that Moto Morini Pockets filled with hundred money I am not no dummy dummy Pistol hit your tummy tummy And I got a Tommy Tommy Glock 10 marked doin' bunnies bunnies He want beef its farmie farmie We come through, army army All we see is running running Guess what, I am blunted blunted This sh** smells like onions onions Trae Cas Stacy be smokin' that funny funny, funny Swear that sh** ain't funny funny 3.5 in my blunted blunted Let me get some top honey Then I might just bone it bone it Walk in the label, then I run it run it I need my cash at this f**in' moment This is business, we is not no homies Don't make me catch a f**in' homi [Hook] [Verse 2] n***as act like they your friends But n***as all pretend n***as act like they your homie All these n***as f**in' phony, I know it Riding in that mortal combat With a lot of f**ing combat for combat n***a don't run, come back Told your b**h "don't run, come back" Take this dick, n***a clit clat get back On that hot sh**, you can get whacked 18 wheeler sh**, you can get wet Throw it back to my b**hes [Hook]