No Sense lyrics

[Intro: SD & Blood Money]
Ayy, GBE sh*t baby
Blood
Ayy, Blood Money
Turn up, Err

[Chorus: SD & Blood Money]
These n*ggas talk about money (yeah), but they never seem to got it
Man this sh*t don't make no sense (damn)
I f*cked a lot of n*gga's hoes (what)
Got money by the load (what)
Seen money, so I had get rich
I been whippin all week
I ain't had no sleep
Got a hunnid 8-balls on the strip
Got an alley full of cluckers
I'm a bad mothaf*cka, you can catch me with the 40 on my hip

[Verse 1: Blood Money]
Call me "Blood the Mechanic"
Way I'm whippin that candy
Fiends, can't understand it
Got yo' b*tch out her panties
Strapped up at the Grammy's
n*ggas live with they Mammy
Give no f*ck, I'm with the sh*t, banana clip at his family
I'm a dog wit it
All y'all gettin it
Kill all witness'
Bond outta prison
Got down, got the crack, pot back-flippin
Water whippin, 3 fo' 10, fiends say I'm trippin
Nah, I ain't trippin, b-bullet holes drippin
I'm a Goon, been a Goon, y'all Scottie Pippen (damn)
Get a n*gga knocked down from the penitentiary
Pop a pill, f*ck a deal, Savage Squad livin'

[Chorus: SD & Blood Money]
These n*ggas talk about money (yeah), but they never seem to got it
Man this sh*t don't make no sense
I f*cked a lot of n*gga's hoes
Got money by the load
Seen money, so I had get rich
I been whippin all week
I ain't had no sleep
Got a hunnid 8-balls on the strip
Got an alley full of cluckers
I'm a bad mothaf*cka, you can catch me with the 40 on my hip
[Verse 2: SD]
See me, I be different, all I stunt on hoes
I'm gettin' kinda fat because I ain't doing low (I don't give no f*ck)
These b*tches want me, she know her boy won't Glo
This money comin' in, I got yo miss on a boat
This sh*t just crazy, 'cause you might get smoked
And you might not live another night (nah)
You got a gun and a knife
We got 2 30's, wanna fight?
Boy yo ass might lose another life (squad)
These n*ggas talk about money, but they never seem to got it
If we rob em do we leave his ass slump? (ayy)
These n*ggas talk about money, but I always wonder
"if we rob him do we leave his ass wit nothin?" (squad)

[Chorus: SD & Blood Money]
These n*ggas talk about money, but they never seem to got it
Man this sh*t don't make no sense
I f*cked a lot of n*gga's hoes
Got money by the load
Seen money, so I had get rich
I been whippin all week
I ain't had no sleep
Got a hunnid 8-balls on the strip
Got an alley full of cluckers
I'm a bad mothaf*cka, you can catch me with the 40 on my hip