Internet Money, Destroy Lonely - On Me lyrics
Internet Money [Taz Taylor] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Internet Money, Destroy Lonely - On Me lyrics]
(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)
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)