[ar:Gunna/Duke]
[ti:Make No Sense (Explicit)]
[by:]
[00:00.00]Make No Sense (毫无意义) (Explicit) - Gunna/Duke
[00:03.96]Lyricist：Gunna
[00:07.93]Composer：YSL
[00:11.90]Told you we was gon' be rich
[00:13.67]And stack my chips
[00:14.88]So much money don't make no sense
[00:16.74]I don't know what I spent
[00:18.18]Make me wanna cop that Benz
[00:20.07]Ride around the town with no tint
[00:21.58]Cash in the bag we lit
[00:23.16]Smashed and then got in that 'Vette
[00:24.94]So much money don't make no sense
[00:26.36]I ain't got no friends
[00:27.90]Tom Ford all over my lens
[00:29.53]Got racks in my pants
[00:31.28]Ride with a FN
[00:32.84]Got steel like Pakistan
[00:34.21]I flew 'cross the map again
[00:35.87]Got shows and I got fans
[00:37.46]Gotta count them racks again
[00:39.20]I ain't hide my safe in the attic
[00:40.90]Smoke w**d sip lean eat molly pop xan b**ch
[00:42.70]Please don't panic
[00:43.90]Got a Glock 19 black matte
[00:45.56]Gotta ride with that static
[00:47.10]Lil Duke with a iced out Patek
[00:48.70]YSL getting green like salad
[00:50.25]Gunna got a flow can't get it
[00:51.98]F**king on all these b**ches
[00:53.58]My diamonds wash all the dishes
[00:55.10]You n**gas can't reinvent me
[00:56.73]Pull up in that foreign foreign foreign at the Weston
[00:59.98]F**king on a pedestrian
[01:01.63]I got these b**ches desperate
[01:03.26]Told you we was gon' be rich
[01:05.16]And stack my chips
[01:06.36]So much money don't make no sense
[01:08.01]I don't know what I spent
[01:09.40]Make me wanna cop that Benz
[01:11.48]Ride around the town with no tint
[01:12.91]Cash in the bag we lit
[01:14.35]Smashed and then got in that 'Vette
[01:16.09]So much money don't make no sense
[01:17.60]I ain't got no friends
[01:19.12]Tom Ford all over my lens
[01:20.76]Got racks in my pants
[01:22.43]Ride with a FN
[01:23.95]Got steel like Pakistan
[01:25.44]I flew 'cross the map again
[01:27.13]Got shows and I got fans
[01:28.76]Gotta count them racks again
[01:29.65]Told you lil' n**gas that we gon' be rich
[01:31.16]Run that sh*t up so much don't make no sense
[01:32.61]Used to ride now pull up in Benz
[01:34.53]Sipping on lean 'bout to f**k up my kidneys
[01:35.95]Since a young n**ga been getting it
[01:37.40]Quick to turn 10 to a 20
[01:39.14]All of these bad b**ches they on my xxxx I got plenty
[01:40.95]Selling out shows and winning
[01:42.36]This foreign on me got tint
[01:43.76]Riding with a bad lil' b**ch
[01:45.60]Hop on the highway she suck on my xxxx
[01:47.04]Diamonds on me and they looking like piss
[01:48.71]Mama I told you that we gon' be rich
[01:50.36]Gotta keep it real and can't ever switch
[01:52.12]I had to stack up my chips
[01:53.35]Stuck in the streets came up off a lick
[01:55.01]I had to stay down stay in my own lane
[01:56.82]Mama she told me don't go against the grain
[01:58.52]Knew what I been through you can't feel my pain
[02:01.37]Keep it so real that sh*t run through my vein
[02:03.00]Made myself a boss and made me a name
[02:04.88]Work in the trap make the trap go insane
[02:06.36]And ain't a d**n thing changed ah
[02:07.52]Told you we was gon' be rich
[02:09.23]And stack my chips
[02:10.29]So much money don't make no sense
[02:11.98]I don't know what I spent
[02:13.63]Make me wanna cop that Benz
[02:15.06]Ride around the town with no tint
[02:16.77]Cash in the bag we lit
[02:18.24]Smashed and then got in that 'Vette
[02:20.00]So much money don't make no sense
[02:21.44]I ain't got no friends
[02:23.21]Tom Ford all over my lens
[02:24.80]Got racks in my pants
[02:26.41]Ride with a FN
[02:28.05]Got steel like Pakistan
[02:29.37]I flew 'cross the map again
[02:31.07]Got shows and I got fans
[02:32.64]Gotta count them racks again