No Sense Lyrics

It don't make no sense how I be running-running to that bag

It don't make no sense (Woah, woah)

It don't make no sense

It don't make no sense yeah, yeah

(Keep it up Sharkboy)

(I'm tryna get like YMAR)

Got that money on me now I got that guap

Pull off in that Maybach, then I drop the top

I used to be broke and then I ran it to the top

Now it's gucci on my pants and on my shirt and on my socks

It don't make no sense how I be running-running to that bag

It don't make no sense how I be (Woo) thumbing through that cash

It don't make no sense yeah, yeah

It don't make no sense yeah, woah

Riding round in that foreign I flexing

Balenciaga tripple s on top my toes

Eighty k on me right now and I ain't stressing

They gon' hate on me and act like I don't know

It don't make no sense how I be chasing my dreams

Every time I'm thumbing through that cash I'm having new dreams

Every time she don't get what she want she catching mood swings

Every time I hop inside that (skrttt) I'm having two seats

Like where you wanna go?

We can roll

Skrt off in that Benz

We can vibe, we can vibe aye but don't too attached

We can vibe, we can vibe, take you shopping up in Sak's

We can vibe, we can vibe bae don't worry bout a thing

Got that money on me now I got that guap

Pull off in that Maybach, then I drop the top

I used to be broke and then I ran it to the top

Now it's gucci on my pants and on my shirt and on my socks

It don't make no sense how I be running-running to that bag

It don't make no sense how I be (Woo) thumbing through that cash

It don't make no sense yeah, yeah

It don't make no sense yeah, woah