Make No Sense

(On The Money) Niggas try to be like me buying five chains Niggas try to shoot the three but they don't got the range Never listen to the hate they don't wanna bang Still got the bread match my vibe ain't nothing changed Now a days I'm just chillin gotta watch my back I know some people mad cause I'm never coming back She ride for me so you know that imma spend the bag But also want to know what's on your mental, baby why you mad? Riding four deep they say that we a mess Riding four deep take the top off the vette Call me Uncle Sam cause I'm ready to collect Drop the top, foreign ride hoes know that I'm a catch OTM they know to call me money man Strapped up but never got no gun in hand Promote the peace f*ck the violence nigga turn me up Take a hit like a man knock me down get right up It make no sense pull they do the running man It make no sense how you an opp but ya girl a fan It makes sense why I got the cash in my hand It makes sense why I got control of my land It makes sense why (Alright) It makes sense why (Alright) It makes sense why I got the cash in my hand It makes sense why I got control of my land All day lurkin and I'm dressed in designer clothes Foreign ride and I'm strapped with this bank roll They think I'm soft, don't think what you don't know Until the death of me, FOE is the fucking code Big bro get the ride family by side Jack my brand top tier is my only kind Rollie on the wrist call it plain, you know it shine If you round me just know not to play with mines Speaker bumping from the bass, tell them stay in place On the money in this bitch nigga who they hate Pray for peace but prepared for whichever way I know Ms. White looking down with a smile on her face Get out my face I need space I ain't come to play She know her place she my bae and I love her waist Talk tough behind my face but remain unfazed It's on the money, top tier, you know I ain't come to play (I ain't come to play) (Tell me who they hate) (Tell them who they hate) (On The Money)