I Made It lyrics

I done turned the OnlyFans up
Who yo think making these hoes get they bands up?
Same b*tch rock at the show get your hands up
Cuban on cuban on cuban on cuban
I the question, the problem, the young b*tch, the answer
Do a million a week they can't do it like me
The only features I’m doing a million a piece
I do not like receipts I don't shop where they be
You can sit where you want it will not be with me
Know they hate me I still took over
Ole b*tchеs mad they career been over
b*tch you should thank me for taking a brеak
I'm back on that ass ain’t nobody safe
I'm running up M's
Walk a Joe down like she running in Timbs
Shooter with me like I live in a gym
Diamonds on me I could buy out your deal
b*tch how you want it? These Nikes are heels
Check out my papers I'm licensed to kill