NY Bangers LLC - Money & Sense lyrics

If it dont make money it dont make sense If it dont make money it dont make pence You can smell my money its got a stench You ain't on the field your on the bench (Verse) If it dont make money it dont make sense So dont talk to me with your nonsense I can have you running jumping fence Pull it out pull it out thats my defence Yeah your team d**h thats a team d**h Take your teams breath thats your team dead I dont care what he said or she said Cos her bread and his bread ain't like my bread f** the feds on my case On my face on my place On my nights on my days Theres no getting away Stuck In place it isnt great Make money to elevate We dedicate we heavyweight Your featherweight thats never great No empty stage just full of rage Just full of pain full of strain Got no name got no brain I smoke loud I'm so plane I'm so game