Don't Make No Sense

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I'm in a rush, I'm rollin' kush, I'm cookin' dope, don't interrupt

Fifty bricks came in a bus, I intercept, I finish up

Gucci Man, I'm sinister, politic like a senator

Better yet prime minister, eat rappers for dinner, bruh

From sellin' dope to sellin' big houses like a realtor

I pull up in a black on black Maybach like I'm the governor

Some critics say they can't understand me, I'm a southerner

Bad bitch, she rockin' Chanel but she a foreigner

Pull up in them twin Maseratis, yeah they identical

And I bought a new Kawasaki, I'm poppin' wheelies, bruh

Miami Beach police pulled me over, eh what's the ticket for?

He mad cause the bitch on the back ain't from America

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Now this shit really don't make no goddamn sense

Police chase me, jumped a goddamn fence

Ain't no room in the house for all these goddamn bricks

So many bales at the spot, don't make no goddamn sense

Don't make no goddamn sense, don't make no goddamn sense

Don't make no goddamn sense, don't make no goddamn sense

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

Don't make no goddamn sense, man it's a goddamn shame

They talkin' shit from the bench, get in the goddamn game

I mean you boys need to chill, them niggas hot champagne

Nigga I do that shit, you don't do a goddamn thang

And I'm really sorry, I just got that Cali Rari

Smokin' Northern Cal Safari while I'm eatin' calamari

And these suckas can't stomach that, guess they can't digest

That I'm makin' major moves and they ain't makin' progress

Say "Hi" Just, y'all meet pretty Jessica

Know she got that good brain, I just keep on testin' her

Don't come with my package, I'mma have to kill the messenger

Smell that funny shit and I'mma spray that air freshener

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Now this shit really don't make no goddamn sense

Police chase me, jumped a goddamn fence

Ain't no room in the house for all these goddamn bricks

So many bails at the spot, don't make no goddamn sense

Don't make no goddamn sense, don't make no goddamn sense

Don't make no goddamn sense, don't make no goddamn sense

[Verse 3: 8Ball]

No off-brand niggas run with my click

Choppas so big, don't make no goddamn sense

Spend a whole lot of racks on a whole lot of packs

Spit a whole lot of crack on a whole lot of classics

Got a bitch in every city with a whole lot of back

Smoke a whole lot of weed, ate a whole lot of snacks

Had twenty-eight grams when I fell up in this bitch

Smoked it all 'fore I left, don't make no goddamn sense

I'm on kush, she on pills in a short-short dress

Bitch ass so big, don't make no goddamn sense

Gucci Mane was like "Ball, where you get that bitch?"

Bitch ass so big, don't make no goddamn sense

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Now this shit really don't make no goddamn sense

Police chase me, jumped a goddamn fence

Ain't no room in the house for all these goddamn bricks

So many bails at the spot, don't make no goddamn sense

Don't make no goddamn sense, don't make no goddamn sense

Don't make no goddamn sense, don't make no goddamn sense