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(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 Letras de cancionesPick 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) From Letras Mania