On Me - Moneybagg Yo

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