Make Cents

You ain't gettin' money that don't make sense
Got the music up I'm tryna make sense
Broke boy yea he runnin' out of patience
Night and the day shift no time wasted
You ain't gettin' money that don't make sense
Got the music up I'm tryna make sense
Broke boy yea he runnin' out of patience
Night and the day shift no time wasted

We all chasin' money yea I know bro
Tryna put the game inside a chokehold
I ain't messin with y'all no mo
Can't see the big picture the fuck out the photo
760 that's my home though
Sultana we was bringin' four lokos
It's been awhile those will always be my bros though
Friends will turn shakey but I keep my mojo
I ain't get no sleep in like four days
Someone tell my momma that I'm okay
Still tryna blow got the propane
Someone tell my momma that I'm okay

Still tryna blow got the propane
Someone tell my momma that I'm okay

Finished 12th grade then said fuck school
Can't be lookin stupid so u know I gotta bust through
Any fuckin thing that's in my way yea it must move
They watch from a distance but they don't really trust you
They do not believe in me
I know what you need to see
No they do not believe in me
I know what you need to see
But by that time it's too late bruh
I'on want a snake hug i'on want the fake love
All the nights I stayed up girl I wanna thank ya
Down with ya mans now we runnin' to the bank yup
They do not believe in me
I know what you need to see
No they do not believe in me
I know what you need to see

You ain't gettin' money that don't make sense
Got the music up I'm tryna make sense
Broke boy yea he runnin' out of patience
Night and the day shift no time wasted
You ain't gettin' money that don't make sense
Got the music up I'm tryna make sense
Broke boy yea he runnin' out of patience
Night and the day shift no time wasted



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Frondarina Iii
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