Makes Sense

Yeah, ay, ay, ay, what

We been out the money, bae, you know what we be on

I done got it on my solo, hoe you been not hittin' my phone

I done put too much time in you, hoe you better not leave me alone

If I catch you with somebody else, gon' have to get you gone, yeah

Can't fall in love with no fake hoe

Can't fuck with no fake bitch

I can't go out sad, I can't be the one to take this

Put that right in and tell that lil hoe better take this

She don't wanna let it go, don't none of this shit make sense

Can't fall in love with no fake hoe, fake bitch

I can't be the one to take this

Tell that lil hoe better take this

Man, don't none of this shit make sense

Say she hope I die, yeah, I think she tired of me

She told me to listen, don't be talkin' 'bout nothing

Started from the bottom, I turned nothing into something

Put a B around my neck, so you know just how I'm comin'

He thought he was really stuntin'

They want soda, Robitussen

I want you to tell me lies, lie and tell me that you love me

Girl, you know just how we do it

Pop that pussy, uncle Louise

Baby, talk too much, I might have to go and mute it

Yeah, yeah

We been out the money, bae, you know what we be on

I done got it on my solo, hoe you been not hittin' my phone

I done put too much time in you, hoe you better not leave me alone

If I catch you with somebody else, gon' have to get you gone, yeah

Can't fall in love with no fake hoe

Can't fuck with no fake bitch

I can't go out sad, I can't be the one to take this

Put that right in and tell that lil hoe better take this

She don't wanna let it go, don't none of this shit make sense

Can't fall in love with no fake hoe, fake bitch

I can't be the one to take this

Tell that lil hoe better take this

Man, don't none of this shit make sense

(Ay, make sense, make sense, uh, make sense, make sense, uh)

We got no relation, no communication, yeah, you know

That hoe know just how to do it, turn around, give me a show

I can try to get to know you, I'ma try to crack the code

That bitch ain't give me a shot, so I put Gucci on my toes

They say I was at the silver shop with diamonds on my broach

Just sound mad different, I've been sittin' at the mall

Ay, ay

We been out the money, bae, you know what we be on

I done got it on my solo, hoe you been not hittin' my phone

I done put too much time in you, hoe you better not leave me alone

If I catch you with somebody else, gon' have to get you gone, yeah

Can't fall in love with no fake hoe

Can't fuck with no fake bitch

I can't go out sad, I can't be the one to take this

Put that right in and tell that lil hoe better take this

She don't wanna let it go, don't none of this shit make sense

Can't fall in love with no fake hoe, fake bitch

I can't be the one to take this

Tell that lil hoe better take this

Man, don't none of this shit make sense

Ay, make sense, make sense, uh

Make sense, make sense, uh

Make sense, make sense, uh

Make sense, make sense, uh

Make sense