If It Don't Make Money

Lyrics

[Intro] (Johnny Flame make that shit hard) (Iggy made it) Ayy, yeah Gang, skii It don't make money, it don't make sense to me [Chorus] If it don't make money, it don't make sense to me (Yeah) Forty on my wrist and my neck like one-fifty (Damn) You the type of nigga that would sign a three-sixty (Dumbass) Always dick-ridin', you act just like P. Diddy (Ugh) Somethin' like LeBron, came in with that heat with me All my hoes fine, all my bitches real pretty (On God) It's been seven hours and lil' brodie still sticky (Damn) Fuckin' IG models you've been dreamin' 'bout hittin' (Ugh) Just made like forty thousand, lil' bitch, I'm not kiddin' (Ch-ching) You ain't tryna get rich, pussy, I can't rock with you (Yeah) Took the roof off this bitch, slidin' with the top missin' (Skrrt) We got grown man money, me and my niggas not children [Verse] Gettin' money while you sittin' 'round chillin' I just wanna count millions, break my bank account, nigga All this water on me, I might drown, nigga Put the hoes before the money, yeah, you a clown, nigga We been smokin' so much loud, I can't hear a sound, nigga I'ma beat her down until your bitch get out, nigga (Ugh) You ain't talkin' money, broke boy, you just sound silly (Silly boy) He can't up that bag 'cause that nigga not really gettin' money (Yeah) Real rich nigga, baby, I can get it if I want it Bitch, I'm pimpin', I ain't trippin', I will not fall for no woman (Rich) I'm the kid the broke niggas hate, the bad bitches love This bitch got a whole lot of cake, I told her back it up (Skii) [Chorus] If it don't make money, it don't make sense to me (Yeah) Forty on my wrist and my neck like one-fifty (Damn) You the type of nigga that would sign a three-sixty (Dumbass) Always dick-ridin', you act just like P. Diddy (Get off my dick) Somethin' like LeBron, came in with that heat with me (Yeah) All my hoes fine, all my bitches real pretty (Ugh) It's been seven hours and lil' brodie still sticky (Damn) Fuckin' IG models you've been dreamin' 'bout hittin' (Ugh) Just made like forty thousand, lil' bitch, I'm not kiddin' (Ch-ching) You ain't tryna get rich, pussy, I can't rock with you (Ugh) Took the roof off this bitch, slidin' with the top missin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) We got grown man money, me and my niggas not children (Ain't no damn kid) [Outro] Pussy boy, we not children We got grown man money, pussy boy, we not children On God, nigga Gang, ayy, skii If it don't make money, it don't make sense to me Forty on my wrist and my neck like one-fifty Ice, ice, ice