If It Don't Make Money (feat. Skeme)

If it don't make money, it don't make sense Look, if you don't know a thing about me know that homie rep Another nigga cold as me, that shit just don't exist No experience in acting, but stick to the script See bitch, my presence be a present, I just got the gift And don't attach my name to it if it ain't legit Won't even waste no game on her if she ain't gone strip Young nigga on a mission, only plot be this I can melt this Cuban link and make a pot to piss Westside on mine, I keep them check signs online Ain't no handouts, that been ran out, so nigga best be on yo' grind Never struggle with it, never love this business, I don't cuddle with it If that plane work, it's automatic, back to huddle with it That ain't fully loaded, ain't no levels, I ain't fucking with it Tuck and grip, any nigga tripping tell him come and get it I'm from the land where all the skinny niggas ride Where we ain't never been touched even though plenty niggas tried If it don't make money, it don't make sense If you don't know a thing about me, know I'm taking risks Started recording in '06 now it's making sense Why my cousin used to tell me just keep making hits And now he locked behind the fence and I'm just making chips I know most you niggas out here is fake as shit And everybody paid bitch, so you ain't exempt You niggas still be buying J's before you pay your rent Meanwhile, I'm out of town with this [?] In the Biggie Smalls hat with the [?] I pulled $100, 000 out and told him hate on this How we always be with [?] but he ain't no crip I'm just a Westside nigga, so I don't take no shit Like the fruit of Islam, nigga this ain't no [?] Don't try to salt a nigga name because it ain't gone stick You trying to wear a nigga Vans, but they just ain't gone fit So I went and talked to Quik and he told me this: If it don't make money, it don't make sense