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Internet Money - On Me feat. Destroy Lonely (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Internet Money
Internet Money
Performer
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
Jonah Childs
Jonah Childs
Songwriter
Cody Rounds
Cody Rounds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terrance Armond Wilson
Terrance Armond Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Adam Ochoa
Adam Ochoa
Additional Engineer
Tarzan
Tarzan
Producer
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer
Cxdy
Cxdy
Producer
Edgard Noel Herrera
Edgard Noel Herrera
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Perfect 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, oh yeah, oh yeah) 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 (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 Da-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 (on her) Told them fuck boys, I don't play like Sony (like Sony) Put a fuck nigga on a plate 'cause I'm hungry (I'm hungry) Don't ask how much I made, it's on me (it's on me) If you think I would switch for a bitch, you don't know me (you don't know me) I was raised to move smart and be quick 'cause they on me (they on me) I be out, I'm not hidin' lil' bitch, but they know me (but they know me) She seen I was 'bout that check, and she put it on me Woah, these niggas, they not my homies (my homies) I was broke and fucked up, they act like they ain't know me (they don'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 (let's go) 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 (on her) Told them fuck boys, I don't play like Sony (like Sony) Put a fuck nigga on a plate 'cause I'm hungry (I'm hungry) Don't ask how much I made, it's on me (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) Perfect
Writer(s): Danny Snodgrass, Cody Rounds, Bobby Sandimanie, Jonah Childs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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