Make Sense (feat. DJ ALUC)

Ayy, all this bread I been stackin' Man, I'm tryin' to touch an M When I got straight to the bag, that's when I said F*ck friends All these niggas moving flake, them boys not really your friends yall niggas keeping it a buck, but I'm keeping it a band Some people hate behind the screen, But in the face, they your fan These niggas trippin' over shit, I think they poppin' fuckin' perks You can't wait for handouts, you gotta get your ass to work I rather bread over dimes, and I swear that shit merched All that yellin' and that naggin', bitch, you make my head hurt I been walkin' to the bag, till my fuckin' legs hurt And she dancin' to this song, make that thick bitch twerk Why she rubbin' on my face, yeah, that little bitch a flirt Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh in the booth, I be trippin Money on my pivot, Instagram they fake They don't know how to live it Me and Jorryn sharing hoes got thoughts in the system I was broke as hell, nigga, I had to go and fix it F*ck niggas cross me out, thought I was Christian All up in my feelings when I blow, I get his pity Heart kinda cold, bae, I don't got no feelings Money over hoes bae, put it on my feeling Every time I did some right that hoe done did me wrong I don't really got no feelings, put it in my song Short stack of money, baby, you gon' sing along Diamonds on my neck, baby, cause my heart froze All that whinin' and that cryin', man, you actin' like a bitch We treat these hoes like it's madden, so we finna go and blitz I know a bitch who get active, she'll spit your hoe wig They was sleepin' on a nigga, now they wanna group flick I just sit back and relax, cause I'm on some cool shit Whipped this ass in my chain, call that shit a cool whip These niggas trippin' over dimes, that shit don't even make no sense How you hate, we made it big, my nigga make it make sense all this bread I been stackin' Man, I'm tryin' to touch an M When I got straight to the bag, that's when I said F*ck friends All these niggas moving flake, them boys not really your friends yall niggas keeping it a buck, but I'm keeping it a band Some people hate behind the screen, But in the face, they your fan These niggas trippin' over shit, I think they poppin' fuckin' perks You can't wait for handouts, you gotta get your ass to work I rather bread over dimes, and I swear that shit merched All that yellin' and that naggin', bitch, you make my head hurt I been walkin' to the bag, till my fuckin' legs hurt And she dancin' to this song, make that thick bitch twerk Why she rubbin' on my face, yeah, that little bitch a flirt