Don't Make Sence

[Chorus]

If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense

Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse

I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents

If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense

Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse

I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents

[Verse 1]

I don't chase hoes, I chase dead white guys

Real talk, I'm still ducking from them white guys

I put it on my life, never touched the white [?]

That Keisha got me balling like I'm flipping white pies

Say he got some [?] then I might try

Taste good, good ticket, then I might buy

Niggas hop to the left and the right side

I'm chilling in Chicago on the southside

Bitch did wrong, that bitch get fired

That bitch put in an aplecation, ready to get hired

Extra lipgloss, heels and a mini skirt

Hit me on my text, say she ready to go to work

[Chorus]

If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense

Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse

I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents

If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense

Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse

I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents

[Verse 2]

Blowing smoke out the roof, riding through Navada

Sipping purple sprite, bitch, we ain't sipping on vodca

My pistol game terrific, and my aim bonified

Everytime I leave the booth, they say another homicide

Look

These niggas impostors, my whole family mobsters

Gucci everything, including the boxers

[?] and lobster, I don't rock [?]

[?] ass nigga, couldn't keep him, so I lost him

Fuck [?] family tree what it gon' cost him

Kidnapped her, [?]

All that petty [?], that's what got him doing [?]

[?] to my [?], he got me doing [?]

[Chorus]

If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense

Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse

I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents

If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense

Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse

I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents