[Hook]
Phone [?] plug from his six
So much money it don't make no sense
Once I f** a b**h, a name, I forget it
And if she s** me good I might pay her rent
It don't make no sense
It don't make no sense
Got 100 guns n***a, I am with the sh**s
It don't make no sense
It don't make no sense
How I'm trapping and I'm rapping it don't make no sense
[Verse 1]
Got 100 f**ing guns and I be on dumb sh**
Got my mama texting me like Fredo that don't make no sense
But I can't be lacking man you know how sh** is
I'm gonna break in your damn crib trying to pay my damn rent
Now I'm all up in [?] and getting what I spent
Trap, smoking dope I'm just cooling with this little b**h
She like: "Fredo why you got tats up on your face?
You know goddamn well that don't make no goddamn sense"
I'm like shut up little b**h
Before I smack you into some goddamn sense
Sneak dissing me, get flatlined quick
Money coming fast you [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
That work be gone before I bust it out the package
I don't f** with rappers cause half these n***as actors
Money in the closet and these b**hes on my mattress
b**hes kissing on me leaving lipstick on my boxers
Thirty all on me, n***a I don't do no boxing
Smoke a lot of swishers man, I need a couple of boxes
What you staring at? Are you a fan or an OPP
Don't make me paranoia, I'm gonna reach for my chopper
[?]
I think the n***a hating cause I f**ed his baby mama
0-6-1 front street, posted waiting for the drama
k**ing anything that come between my commas
[Hook]