Music: Troy Lane
Yeah, yeah
Know what I'm saying
Yeah, yeah
(Dream, this shit go dummy)
Make it make sense, yeah
Make it make sense, what
Make it make sense, what
Make it make sense, digg
It don't make money, it don't make cents
The way I make this money, it don't make sense
having drip, make it make sense
B*****s claiming d**ks they ain't came with
Make it make sensΠ΅
I'm popping a pill then popping a opp
I'm in the hills on Molly with thots
Thought you was real, I guΠ΅ss that you not
This Raf and this Ricky got put on a lot
I got the sauce, I'm talking a lot
I wanted some money, I hide in the pot
Yeah, I gotta' find me a shot
I got a drop and the was hot
Don't want you niggas, I'm calling the shots
Thought it was gang, I'm connecting the dots
Had to go back to the hood and re-rock
They calling me Tetris, connecting the blocks
Cover my face, I seen the plot
They tried cutting me off and leaving me out
Sliming them out, I seen
My youngins they like leaders now
Everything good, just stay true
my shoe
Givenchy
Telling my b***h to just stay true
Make it make sense, yeah
Make it make sense, what
Make it make sense, what
Make it make sense, digg
It don't make money, it don't make cents
The way I make this money, it don't make sense
having drip, make it make sense
B*****s claiming d**ks they ain't came with
Make it make sense