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 fuck 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)