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Internet Money - On Me feat. Destroy Lonely (Official Audio)
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Credits

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
Cxdy
Cxdy
Producer
Terrance Armond Wilson
Terrance Armond Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Adam Ochoa
Adam Ochoa
Additional Engineer
Tarzan
Tarzan
Producer
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer
Edgard Noel Herrera
Edgard Noel Herrera
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(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)
[Chorus]
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 **** on a plate 'cause I'm hungry
Don't ask how much I made, it's on me
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, don't ask how much I made, it's on me (Let's go)
These **** 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
[Chorus]
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 **** on a plate 'cause I'm hungry
Don't ask how much I made, it's on me
[Verse 2]
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 ****, 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
[Chorus]
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 **** on a plate 'cause I'm hungry
Don't ask how much I made, it's on me
[Outro]
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)
Written by: Bobby Sandimanie, Bobby Sandimanie III, Cody Rounds, Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr., Jonah Childs

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