Don’t Make Sence

Lyrics

[Chorus] If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents [Verse 1] I don't chase hoes, I chase dead white guys Real talk, I'm still ducking from them white guys I put it on my life, never touched the white [?] That Keisha got me balling like I'm flipping white pies Say he got some [?] then I might try Taste good, good ticket, then I might buy Niggas hop to the left and the right side I'm chilling in Chicago on the southside Bitch did wrong, that bitch get fired That bitch put in an aplecation, ready to get hired Extra lipgloss, heels and a mini skirt Hit me on my text, say she ready to go to work [Chorus] If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents [Verse 2] Blowing smoke out the roof, riding through Navada Sipping purple sprite, bitch, we ain't sipping on vodca My pistol game terrific, and my aim bonified Everytime I leave the booth, they say another homicide Look These niggas impostors, my whole family mobsters Gucci everything, including the boxers [?] and lobster, I don't rock [?] [?] ass nigga, couldn't keep him, so I lost him Fuck [?] family tree what it gon' cost him Kidnapped her, [?] All that petty [?], that's what got him doing [?] [?] to my [?], he got me doing [?] [Chorus] If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents