| Yeah, yeah
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| Know what I’m saying
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| Yeah, yeah
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| (Dream, this shit go dummy)
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| Make it make sense, yeah
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| Make it make sense, what
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| Make it make sense, what
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| Make it make sense, digg
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| It don’t make money, it don’t make cents
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| The way I make this money, it don’t make sense
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| having drip, make it make sense
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| Bitches claiming dicks they ain’t came with
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| Make it make sens
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| I’m popping a pill then popping a opp
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| I’m in the hills on Molly with thots
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| Thought you was real, I guss that you not
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| This Raf and this Ricky got put on a lot
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| I got the sauce, I’m talking a lot
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| I wanted some money, I hide in the pot
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| Yeah, I gotta' find me a shot
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| I got a drop and the was hot
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| Don’t want you niggas, I’m calling the shots
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| Thought it was gang, I’m connecting the dots
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| Had to go back to the hood and re-rock
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| They calling me Tetris, connecting the blocks
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| Cover my face, I seen the plot
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| They tried cutting me off and leaving me out
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| Sliming them out, I seen
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| My youngins they like leaders now
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| Everything good, just stay true
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| my shoe
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| Givenchy
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| Telling my bitch to just stay true
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| Make it make sense, yeah
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| Make it make sense, what
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| Make it make sense, what
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| Make it make sense, digg
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| It don’t make money, it don’t make cents
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| The way I make this money, it don’t make sense
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| having drip, make it make sense
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| Bitches claiming dicks they ain’t came with
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| Make it make sense |