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Artiste : Internet Money
Titre : On Me
(Perfect)
Don“t ask how much I made, it“s on me (Bitch, it“s on me, oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Don“t ask how much I made, it“s (I keep it on me, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

Don“t ask how much I made, it“s on me (Bitch, it“s on me, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Don“t ask how much I made, it“s (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

This shit took a long time, had to stay down
My boy outside with that stick with a hundred round on it
Pop out, don“t make a sound, yeah
Pick a dead opp out the ground, yeah
And my bitch got a real deal ass on her
Told them fuck boys I don“t play like Sony
Put a fuck nigga on a plate “cause I“m hungry
Don“t ask how much I made, it“s on me

Yeah, yeah, don“t ask how much I made, it“s on me (Let“s go)
These niggas so damn fake and phony

Damn, I“m with your bae, she on me
On the top floor, chilling with Lonely
Bitch, I get on and put on all my homies
Bought designer shit for a check, put it on me
If you think I would switch for a check, you don“t know me

This shit took a long time, had to stay down
My boy outside with that stick with a hundred round on it
Pop out, don“t make a sound, yeah
Pick a dead opp out the ground, yeah
And my bitch got a real deal ass on her
Told them fuck boys I don“t play like Sony
Put a fuck nigga on a plate “cause I“m hungry
Don“t ask how much I made, it“s on me

If you think I would switch for a bitch, you don“t know me

I was raised to move smart and be quick “cause they on me
I be out, I“m not hidin“, lil“ bitch, but they know me
She seen I was “bout that check and she put it on me
Woah, these niggas, they not my homies
I was broke and fucked up, they act like they ain“t know me
And your ho, she see that my wrist is real frozen
When she pull up, I leave her mouth open

This shit took a long time, had to stay down
My boy outside with that stick with a hundred round on it
Pop out, don“t make a sound, yeah
Pick a dead opp out the ground, yeah
And my bitch got a real deal ass on her

Told them fuck boys I don“t play like Sony
Put a fuck nigga on a plate “cause I“m hungry
Don“t ask how much I made, it“s on me

Don“t ask how much I made, it“s on me (Bitch, it“s on me)
Don“t ask how much I made, it“s (I keep it on me)
Don“t ask how much I made, it“s on me (Bitch, it“s on me)
Don“t ask how much I made, it“s (Let“s go)