Lyrics: Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./Cody Rounds/Bobby Sandimanie III/Jonah Childs
Music: Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./Cody Rounds/Bobby Sandimanie III/Jonah Childs
[Intro]
Don't ask how much I made, it's on me (Bitch it's on me)
Oh yeah, don't ask how much I made, oh yeah (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)
Don't ask how much I made (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
[Chorus]
This shit took a long time, had to stay down
My boy outside with a stick with a hundred rounds 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 the **** boys I don't play like Sony
Put a **** nigga 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
These niggas so damn fake and phony
Damn, I'm with yo' 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 a stick with a hundred rounds 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 the **** boys I don't play like Sony
Put a **** nigga 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 hiding lil' bitch, but they know me
She say I was bout that check and she put it on me
Woah, these niggas, they not my homies
I was broke and ****ed 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 a stick with a hundred rounds 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 the **** boys I don't play like Sony
Put a **** nigga 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)
Oh yeah, Don't ask how much I made, oh yeah (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)
Don't ask how much I made (Oh yeah, oh yeah)