Make No Sense ft. Don Dotta Lyrics

Re-up money was the old bank account

4 Checkbooks gotta double that amount

I don't squash shit dawg you know what I'm about

Plays ain't hitting imma take another route

I be in the back calibrating scales

Bitch give brain like she graduated Yale

Cherry pie hitting low profile smell

Day 1 niggas been hating ever since

So much money it don't make no sense

My bitch gotta bitch it don't make no sense

Drop 5 more and I'm picking 10s

Weed too loud got exotic scents

Won't leave me lone it don't make no sense

2 Cell phones it don't make no sense

Niggas too broke they ain't making no cents

Rockstar life got me feeling like prince

Heard niggas jackin my style

Said he do better like how?

My bitch got no miles

Apply that pressure like Myles, yeah

2 Phone beep I don't even get sleep

I don't take bitches out to eat I'm still cheap

Upgrade mine bout all it's gon be

Can't chase Ms if you only watch me

Gold standard ain't fucking with no bronze hoe

I be on the ranch kickin' wit the CEO of Wells Fargo

2 Times onna bullshit I feel like Lonzo

Yeah the bitch bad she don't stimulate my mind though

When I'm sober life make no sense

Just fucked ya bitch she ain't charge a cent

All this lean gon pay my rent

Nigga try me then he up like a blimp

Yeah I come from jersey we ain't pushing p

Just standing on business called keeping it G

Ain't fucking with niggas not fucking with me

Ain't fucking ya shawty she sucking on me

Neck after neck in the back of the V

She told me don't leave she swallowed the key

She wanna take dabs she think that she me

She grabbed on the dick freestyle the D

She still kiss her man that's wild to me

The shit that you smoke ain't loud to me

Dab after dab boy it make no sense

Vision so clear like I got no tints

Re-up money was the old bank account

4 Checkbooks gotta double that amount

I don't squash shit dawg you know what I'm about

Plays ain't hitting imma take another route

I be in the back calibrating scales

Bitch give brain like she graduated Yale

Cherry pie hitting low profile smell

Day 1 niggas been hating ever since

So much money it don't make no sense

My bitch gotta bitch it don't make no sense

Drop 5 more and I'm picking 10s

Weed too loud got exotic scents

Won't leave me lone it don't make no sense

2 Cell phones it don't make no sense

Niggas too broke they ain't making no cents

Rockstar life got me feeling like prince