Gotta Make Sense
Ayy, ayy, A-M-B, A-M-B-four-L Stand on my wins, ain't never gon' fall
We get em' gone if we makin' that call We get it till we ain't worry about y'all
Start to feel sick when I'm drinkin' on Paul Fightin' my demons, I'm losin' the brawl
Fightin' for my soul, the winner take all, In and out, trap runnin' like Stahl
Fucked up bout problems I don't know how to solve Stick in this bitch like we finna go golf
Bitch, I was broke, I was shoppin' at Ross Now I'm with Rick and we ballin' like Ross
Fuck on her once then, I'm callin' it quits We letting you in and we crossin' your shit
Lovin' that hoe, die about the ditch Give it a world, and the shoe won't fit
Gotta make a dollar for, I ever make cents Ima be a baller, for I ever ride bench
Some niggas die before they ever get rich Bitch shoot me dead, I ain't never gon' snitch
Loose screws in my head might need me at Rench, Za got me fried, Now I'm speakin' in French
Neck on water, got my T-shirt drenched I came from the bricks, got love in the trench
In love with the game, I Just married, that bitch If the hoe, eat the dick, don't reach for the kiss
Niggas swing that bad, nigga, bet not miss Can't sign for one nigga, throw me about six
Cross that line and we running' a blitz Word she wasn't mine, ain't called her since
Nigga, try and compete, ain't makin' no hits Entirely, still runnin' this shit
Don't call my phone, ain't answering' Say you gone do it then do it
But, is you really tryin' to spin My niggas get straight to it
And we ain't worried about your gen She had a chance and blew it
Now I'm fuckin' on a friend Came here to studio on one
Stand on my wins, ain't never gon' fall
We get em' gone if we makin' that call We get it till we ain't worry about y'all
Start to feel sick when I'm drinkin' on Paul Fightin' my demons, I'm losin' the brawl
Fightin' for my soul, the winner take all, In and out, trap runnin' like Stahl
Fucked up bout problems I don't know how to solve Stick in this bitch like we finna go golf
Bitch, I was broke, I was shoppin' at Ross Now I'm with Rick and we ballin' like Ross
Fuck on her once then, I'm callin' it quits We letting you in and we crossin' your shit
You Loving that hoe, die about the ditch Give it a world, and the shoe won't fit
Gotta make a dollar, if I ever make cents
Fuck goin' on, nigga Can't never switch, nigga
Fuck you talkin' bout
On My mama
We get em' gone if we makin' that call We get it till we ain't worry about y'all
Start to feel sick when I'm drinkin' on Paul Fightin' my demons, I'm losin' the brawl
Fightin' for my soul, the winner take all, In and out, trap runnin' like Stahl
Fucked up bout problems I don't know how to solve Stick in this bitch like we finna go golf
Bitch, I was broke, I was shoppin' at Ross Now I'm with Rick and we ballin' like Ross
Fuck on her once then, I'm callin' it quits We letting you in and we crossin' your shit
Lovin' that hoe, die about the ditch Give it a world, and the shoe won't fit
Gotta make a dollar for, I ever make cents Ima be a baller, for I ever ride bench
Some niggas die before they ever get rich Bitch shoot me dead, I ain't never gon' snitch
Loose screws in my head might need me at Rench, Za got me fried, Now I'm speakin' in French
Neck on water, got my T-shirt drenched I came from the bricks, got love in the trench
In love with the game, I Just married, that bitch If the hoe, eat the dick, don't reach for the kiss
Niggas swing that bad, nigga, bet not miss Can't sign for one nigga, throw me about six
Cross that line and we running' a blitz Word she wasn't mine, ain't called her since
Nigga, try and compete, ain't makin' no hits Entirely, still runnin' this shit
Don't call my phone, ain't answering' Say you gone do it then do it
But, is you really tryin' to spin My niggas get straight to it
And we ain't worried about your gen She had a chance and blew it
Now I'm fuckin' on a friend Came here to studio on one
Stand on my wins, ain't never gon' fall
We get em' gone if we makin' that call We get it till we ain't worry about y'all
Start to feel sick when I'm drinkin' on Paul Fightin' my demons, I'm losin' the brawl
Fightin' for my soul, the winner take all, In and out, trap runnin' like Stahl
Fucked up bout problems I don't know how to solve Stick in this bitch like we finna go golf
Bitch, I was broke, I was shoppin' at Ross Now I'm with Rick and we ballin' like Ross
Fuck on her once then, I'm callin' it quits We letting you in and we crossin' your shit
You Loving that hoe, die about the ditch Give it a world, and the shoe won't fit
Gotta make a dollar, if I ever make cents
Fuck goin' on, nigga Can't never switch, nigga
Fuck you talkin' bout
On My mama
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Writer(s): Airess Johnson
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