Make Sense lyrics

[Intro]
Wait, hold up, I'm finna turn this b*tch up, aye

[Verse 1]
b*tch, it’s money to be made so I'm making it
Big bully, get it out a b*tch or I'm taking sh*t
Punk rock b*tch that’ll make a n*gga take risks
We brought the diamond testers out to see who faking out (Aye, b*tch, don't make me pop off)
Fake flexing, n*ggas bums, b*tch, you barely making it
Talking crazy, beam on his b*tch, I ain't aiming it
And why you reckless eyeballing but ain't saying sh*t?
Aye, she a thief in the night so she taking it
Big di*k, said she with the games, come play with it
High fashion, call me tailor made 'cause I stay fitted
Popping it but, boy, your ass broke so I can't listen
This b*tch dead, that's the only way I can't hit it
Bop, bop, bleed the scene, broke, f*ck a n*gga mean?
Dirty but I’m super clean, Tech make a n*gga lean
Big chopper wake a stupid ass n*gga out a dream
I’m married to the money so I went and bought a wedding ring (Yeah)

[Chorus]
If it don't make money, n*gga, it don’t make sense (n*gga, it don't make sense)
You wanna stay around, well, b*tch, you gotta pay rent (b*tch, you gotta pay rent)
I work hard so, b*tch, I need payments (b*tch, I need payments)
Fast money, I ain't never had no patience (Never had)
Bring a check in 'cause I ain’t into waiting (I ain't into waiting)
Cut a b*tch off 'cause I ain't into dating (I ain't into dating)
Ooh, and, b*tch, I'm like a n*gga so face it (What?)
Tell 'em change the scoreboard 'cause, b*tch, I'm finna make it (What? Aye)
If it don't make money, n*gga, it don't make sense (n*gga, it don't make sense)
Yeah, ooh
I work hard so, b*tch, I need payments (b*tch, I need payments, tell 'em how it is)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
n*ggas wasn't on the block with me
Baby, tell me if you rock with me
Cutting all ties from that n*gga if he not with me
Pockets touching, sad story, he ain't got no guap with him?
Big slapper, I don't smoke so I ain't finna box with him
Fast money, I ain't never had no patience
Out the anus, I'll put a n*gga sh*t on the pavement
The same ones that love you'll probably treat you like a racist
Case closed, I keep a empty heart like a vacant
We can go to war, b*tch, it's Freddy vs. Jason
Nightmare on Elm Street for every n*gga that be hating
Get your b*tch f*cked 'cause I'm a hot n*gga like I'm Satan
All this money rule the world but pus*y rule the nation

[Chorus]
If it don't make money, n*gga, it don't make sense (n*gga, it don't make sense)
You wanna stay around, well, b*tch, you gotta pay rent (b*tch, you gotta pay rent)
I work hard so, b*tch, I need payments (b*tch, I need payments)
Fast money, I ain't never had no patience (Never had)
Bring a check in 'cause I ain't into waiting (I ain't into waiting)
Cut a b*tch off 'cause I ain't into dating (I ain't into dating)
Ooh, and, b*tch, I'm like a n*gga so face it (What?)
Tell 'em change the scoreboard 'cause, b*tch, I'm finna make it (What? Aye)
If it don't make money, n*gga, it don't make sense (n*gga, it don't make sense)
Yeah, ooh
I work hard so, b*tch, I need payments (b*tch, I need payments)
Yeah, yeah