Lyrics Make No Sense (feat. Duke) - Duke , Gunna
Told
you
we
was
gon'
be
rich
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
I
ain't
hide
my
safe
in
the
attic
Smoke
weed,
sip
lean,
eat
molly,
pop
xan
bitch
Please
don't
panic
Got
a
Glock
19
black
matte
Gotta
ride
with
that
static
Lil
Duke
with
a
iced
out
Patek
YSL
getting
green
like
salad
Gunna
got
a
flow,
can't
get
it
Fucking
on
all
these
bitches
My
diamonds
wash
all
the
dishes
You
niggas
can't
reinvent
me
Pull
up
in
that
foreign,
foreign,
foreign
at
the
Weston
Fucking
on
a
pedestrian
I
got
these
bitches
desperate
Told
you
we
was
gon'
be
rich
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
Told
you
lil'
niggas
that
we
gon'
be
rich
Run
that
shit
up
so
much,
don't
make
no
sense
Used
to
ride
MARTA
now
pull
up
in
Benz
Sipping
on
lean
'bout
to
fuck
up
my
kidneys
Since
a
young
nigga,
been
getting
it
Quick
to
turn
10
to
a
20
All
of
these
bad
bitches
they
on
my
dick,
I
got
plenty
Selling
out
shows
and
winning
This
foreign
on
me
got
tint
Riding
with
a
bad
lil'
bitch
Hop
on
the
highway,
she
suck
on
my
dick
Diamonds
on
me
and
they
looking
like
piss
Mama
I
told
you
that
we
gon'
be
rich
Gotta
keep
it
real
and
can't
ever
switch
I
had
to
stack
up
my
chips
Stuck
in
the
streets,
came
up
off
a
lick
I
had
to
stay
down,
stay
in
my
own
lane
Mama
she
told
me,
"don't
go
against
the
grain"
Knew
what
I
been
through,
you
can't
feel
my
pain
Keep
it
so
real
that
shit
run
through
my
vein
Made
myself
a
boss
and
made
me
a
name
Work
in
the
trap,
make
the
trap
go
insane
And
ain't
a
damn
thing
changed,
ah
Told
you
we
was
gon'
be
rich
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
1 Belly of The Beast
2 Phase
3 Top
4 Shopping
5 Japan
6 Mayors (feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan) (Bonus Track)
7 Beat The Case (feat. Offset) (Bonus Track)
8 Park the Car
9 YSL
10 A$$
11 Secure The Vibe (feat. Young Thug)
12 Money Talking (feat. Nechie)
13 Make No Sense (feat. Duke)
14 Highschool
15 Another Wave
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