| Told you we was gon' be rich
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| And stack my chips
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| So much money don’t make no sense
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| I don’t know what I spent
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| Make me wanna cop that Benz
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| Ride around the town with no tint
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| Cash in the bag we lit
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| Smashed and then got in that 'Vette
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| So much money don’t make no sense
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| I ain’t got no friends
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| Tom Ford all over my lens
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| Got racks in my pants
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| Ride with a FN
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| Got steel like Pakistan
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| I flew 'cross the map again
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| Got shows and I got fans
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| Gotta count them racks again
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| I ain’t hide my safe in the attic
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| Smoke weed, sip lean, eat molly, pop xan bitch
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| Please don’t panic
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| Got a Glock 19 black matte
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| Gotta ride with that static
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| Lil Duke with a iced out Patek
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| YSL getting green like salad
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| Gunna got a flow, can’t get it
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| Fucking on all these bitches
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| My diamonds wash all the dishes
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| You niggas can’t reinvent me
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| Pull up in that foreign, foreign, foreign at the Weston
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| Fucking on a pedestrian
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| I got these bitches desperate
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| Told you we was gon' be rich
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| And stack my chips
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| So much money don’t make no sense
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| I don’t know what I spent
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| Make me wanna cop that Benz
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| Ride around the town with no tint
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| Cash in the bag we lit
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| Smashed and then got in that 'Vette
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| So much money don’t make no sense
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| I ain’t got no friends
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| Tom Ford all over my lens
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| Got racks in my pants
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| Ride with a FN
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| Got steel like Pakistan
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| I flew 'cross the map again
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| Got shows and I got fans
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| Gotta count them racks again
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| Told you lil' niggas that we gon' be rich
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| Run that shit up so much, don’t make no sense
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| Used to ride now pull up in Benz
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| Sipping on lean 'bout to fuck up my kidneys
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| Since a young nigga, been getting it
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| Quick to turn 10 to a 20
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| All of these bad bitches they on my dick, I got plenty
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| Selling out shows and winning
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| This foreign on me got tint
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| Riding with a bad lil' bitch
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| Hop on the highway, she suck on my dick
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| Diamonds on me and they looking like piss
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| Mama I told you that we gon' be rich
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| Gotta keep it real and can’t ever switch
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| I had to stack up my chips
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| Stuck in the streets, came up off a lick
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| I had to stay down, stay in my own lane
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| Mama she told me, «don't go against the grain»
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| Knew what I been through, you can’t feel my pain
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| Keep it so real that shit run through my vein
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| Made myself a boss and made me a name
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| Work in the trap, make the trap go insane
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| And ain’t a damn thing changed, ah
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| Told you we was gon' be rich
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| And stack my chips
|
| So much money don’t make no sense
|
| I don’t know what I spent
|
| Make me wanna cop that Benz
|
| Ride around the town with no tint
|
| Cash in the bag we lit
|
| Smashed and then got in that 'Vette
|
| So much money don’t make no sense
|
| I ain’t got no friends
|
| Tom Ford all over my lens
|
| Got racks in my pants
|
| Ride with a FN
|
| Got steel like Pakistan
|
| I flew 'cross the map again
|
| Got shows and I got fans
|
| Gotta count them racks again |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make No Sense, artist - Gunna. Album song Drip Season 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп