We walk in the party, everybody get to staring
I beefing with myself cause there ain't no comparing
They beefing with each other, shawty think I'm really caring
It's On The Money fully equipped you see the chain glaring
They gotta say less, tell em listen more
Tell Zay hit me when he slide come in through the back door
Pull up in the foreign rides, f*ck it think I need some more
Making NBA money but Marc he ain't never scored
We just run it up, straight stack it up
CT where we from a lot of artists got that rapping luck
On The Money be the label yeah, ain't no ganging up
Hold up, throw your bread up in the air if you make enough
And now I got the style, and now I got the racks
Get a little bread, then I spend it, then I make it back
And this is my town, come and pay your tax
Not for all the lies when we speak better mention facts
And now I got the style, and now I got the racks
Get a little bread, then I spend it, then I make it back
And this is my town, come and pay your tax
Not for all the lies when we speak better mention facts
On The Money - Intro Lyrics
On The Money - Intro Lyrics
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We walk in the party, everybody get to staring
I beefing with myself cause there ain't no comparing
They beefing with each other, shawty think I'm really caring
It's On The Money fully equipped you see the chain glaring
They gotta say less, tell em listen more
Tell Zay hit me when he slide come in through the back door
Pull up in the foreign rides, f*ck it think I need some more
Making NBA money but Marc he ain't never scored
We just run it up, straight stack it up
CT where we from a lot of artists got that rapping luck
On The Money be the label yeah, ain't no ganging up
Hold up, throw your bread up in the air if you make enough
And now I got the style, and now I got the racks
Get a little bread, then I spend it, then I make it back
And this is my town, come and pay your tax
Not for all the lies when we speak better mention facts
And now I got the style, and now I got the racks
Get a little bread, then I spend it, then I make it back
And this is my town, come and pay your tax
Not for all the lies when we speak better mention facts
I beefing with myself cause there ain't no comparing
They beefing with each other, shawty think I'm really caring
It's On The Money fully equipped you see the chain glaring
They gotta say less, tell em listen more
Tell Zay hit me when he slide come in through the back door
Pull up in the foreign rides, f*ck it think I need some more
Making NBA money but Marc he ain't never scored
We just run it up, straight stack it up
CT where we from a lot of artists got that rapping luck
On The Money be the label yeah, ain't no ganging up
Hold up, throw your bread up in the air if you make enough
And now I got the style, and now I got the racks
Get a little bread, then I spend it, then I make it back
And this is my town, come and pay your tax
Not for all the lies when we speak better mention facts
And now I got the style, and now I got the racks
Get a little bread, then I spend it, then I make it back
And this is my town, come and pay your tax
Not for all the lies when we speak better mention facts
Writer: KWAME MONROE, MICHAEL HENDERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: On The Money
Language: English
Length: 1:29
Written by: KWAME MONROE, MICHAEL HENDERSON