No Sense

It don't make no sense how I be running-running to that bag
It don't make no sense (Woah, woah)
It don't make no sense
It don't make no sense yeah, yeah
(Keep it up Sharkboy)
(I'm tryna get like YMAR)
Got that money on me now I got that guap
Pull off in that Maybach, then I drop the top
I used to be broke and then I ran it to the top
Now it's gucci on my pants and on my shirt and on my socks
It don't make no sense how I be running-running to that bag
It don't make no sense how I be (Woo) thumbing through that cash
It don't make no sense yeah, yeah
It don't make no sense yeah, woah
Riding round in that foreign I flexing
Balenciaga tripple s on top my toes
Eighty k on me right now and I ain't stressing
They gon' hate on me and act like I don't know
It don't make no sense how I be chasing my dreams
Every time I'm thumbing through that cash I'm having new dreams
Every time she don't get what she want she catching mood swings
Every time I hop inside that (skrttt) I'm having two seats
Like where you wanna go?
We can roll
Skrt off in that Benz
We can vibe, we can vibe aye but don't too attached
We can vibe, we can vibe, take you shopping up in Sak's
We can vibe, we can vibe bae don't worry bout a thing
Got that money on me now I got that guap
Pull off in that Maybach, then I drop the top
I used to be broke and then I ran it to the top
Now it's gucci on my pants and on my shirt and on my socks
It don't make no sense how I be running-running to that bag
It don't make no sense how I be (Woo) thumbing through that cash
It don't make no sense yeah, yeah
It don't make no sense yeah, woah