Fredo Santana - It Don't Make No Sense lyrics

[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]