Don’t Make Sense

Lyrics

[Intro]: I don't even remember, who's your friend again And I'm riding the lambo, but he rented it Imma slide wit my kinfolk, to his residence We got sticks like the army, like a veteran Always worried bout the money, imma letterman Said she loving my voice, she say that it's heaven sent Shorty wanted some money, baby I don't got a cent No I ain't broke baby but I got some sense And that's prolly why he broke, cause he ain't got no sense If it don't make cents, then it don't make sense Riding the— (Thrillboy) (Flaw Team) Aye (Rockin' wit the plug DJ Sweendawg) Yeah huh (YouGunnaHelpUsOut?) You already know I—I really don't think, they know what the fuck goin on right now nigga It's a whole lotta bloody 19' shit [Hook]: I'm tryna fuck baby and I'm serious I'm off a perc and it got me delirious Know the bitch from school, yeah she was cheering And I was taking xans in 7th period Know I'm the one, baby and you feel it Count up the ones, counting up the Benji's I don't even remember, who's your friend again And I'm riding the lambo, but he rented it Imma slide wit my kinfolk, to his residence We got sticks like the army, like a veteran Always worried bout the money, imma letterman Said she loving my voice, she say that it's heaven sent Shorty wanted some money, baby I don't got a cent No I ain't broke baby but I got some sense And that's prolly why he broke, cause he ain't got no sense If it don't make cents, then it don't make sense [Verse]: Riding the Benzo, this not a Maybach Wanna fuck, little baby just say that I got a check that I made on the way back I got a check we can spend on the way back I got her pussy wet, like a wave cap I made a wave, kinda like a wave cap I made a wave, nigga it ain't no cap I fucked your bitch, you can get your hoe back If I make two racks, we can spend both I don't got a problem baby you know And we ride down Rodeo slow Bouta shop in the Louie store [Hook]: I'm tryna fuck baby and I'm serious I'm off a perc and it got me delirious Know the bitch from school, yeah she was cheering And I was taking xans in 7th period Know I'm the one, baby and you feel it Count up the ones, counting up the Benji's I don't even remember, who's your friend again And I'm riding the lambo, but he rented it Imma slide wit my kinfolk, to his residence We got sticks like the army, like a veteran Always worried bout the money, imma letterman Said she loving my voice, she say that it's heaven sent Shorty wanted some money, baby I don't got a cent No I ain't broke baby but I got some sense And that's prolly why he broke, cause he ain't got no sense If it don't make cents, then it don't make sense Riding the Benzo, this not a maybach Wanna fuck, little baby just say that