Moneybagg Yo – On Me Lyrics

On Me

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"On Me." - Moneybagg Yo

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 02:21 pm

Album: Federal 3X

Track No: 08

All this money get these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can't get them off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me, flash like paparazzi-razzi-razzi
Million dollar man tell your DV-osi, osi, osi
In the club, posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Connelly, Connelly, Connelly
If I sneeze they might catch a hummy, hummy, hummy
To much drinkin' weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie
My car ain't go to no key, got to push start it
Pull up in a foreign in valet park it
I'm so worried Memphis at a day party
Security trippin' at the door we had to bogart it
Boy your swagger, foo foo like the flee market
I've been doing' this so soul shit, since Ed Hardy
He froze up in the action, he a choke artist
My **** don't know me shit, they scope artist
I need a bitch like Ken's doll, al black Barbie
If this rap shit fail today, I'm back on bank robbin'
All these narcotics I'm takin' get my head knotted
She eatin' a dick while bumpin' me I got her head bobbin'
All this money get these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can't get them off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me, flash like paparazzi-razzi-razzi
Million dollar man tell your DV-osi, osi, osi
In the club, posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Connelly, Connelly, Connelly
If I sneeze they might catch a hummy, hummy, hummy
To much drinkin' 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 all, don't give a fuck cause I'm famous, uh huh
Drop 'em where he stand, burn 'em like a tan
They gon' do it for me, just on my command
Shorty thick as fuck, I wanna get in her pants
She got man, but tonight, he ain't in her plans
Let me show you why they call me money bear
100 K large in a Gucci duffle
I got a real check on me
Pockets are stuffed, hope I don't bust 'em
Sailer runs when I walk, he ain't got D
Cause D is her cousin
Hit your bitch from the back on the dresser last night
I fucked her, I scuffed 'em, damn
All this money get these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can't get them off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me, flash like paparazzi-razzi-razzi
Million dollar man tell your DV-osi, osi, osi
In the club, posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Connelly, Connelly, Connelly
If I sneeze they might catch a hummy, hummy, hummy
To much drinkin' weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie

Writer(s): Demario White.

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