[Hook]
Buy four bricks, my plug front me six
So much money it don't make no fucking sense
Once I fuck a bitch, her name, I forget it
And if she suck 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 shits
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 fucking guns and I be on dumb shit
Got my mama texting me like Fredo that don't make no sense
But I can't be lacking man you know how shit is
Remember breakin in cribs tryna pay my damn rent
Now I'm all up in Saks Fifth and getting what I spent
Trap, smoking dope I'm just cooling with this little bitch
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 bitch
Before I smack you into some goddamn sense
Sneak dissing me, get flatlined quick
Money coming fast you know that Hammertime shit
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
That work be gone before I bust it out the package
I don't fuck with rappers cause half these n***as actors
Money in the closet and these bitches on my mattress
Bitches 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
Whatcha staring at, you a fan or an opper?
Don't make me paranoia, I'm gonna reach for my chopper
Call up Moocher, Juice, and Caper and they gon do the slaughter
I think this n***a hating cause I fucked his baby mama
061 front street, posted ready for the drama
Killing anything that ever come between my commas

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