no sense

[Chorus]

Not making sense, not making sense, not making sense

It's not making sense, not making sense, not making sense

I got that .45, the grip

No, I don't play with the bitch

The life that I live don't exist

I'm living the life full of risk

[Verse 1]

I'm living the life full of risk

I just put a tag on my coupe

And sometimes I go reminisce, I go reminisce in my room

Whatchu' gon do? 4 hoes sweepin' down the room

Not playing by the rules, I done brought the diamonds in school

My life is nourishing, Birkin her purse, I'm so encouraging

I drive in Excursion, I put in reverse, I whip it and burn the bitch

I whip it and burn the bitch, just like my rollie I got alot of Cullinan

I made a play, it was on second day, I got a 100k, how that feel?

Ha-ha, if bout' money, don't cry now

Islands, take up the planet and don't cry now (Yeah, yeah)

Right in the Benz, she got Balenci' to thigh down (Yeah, yeah)

I bust on her grips, she touch on my lip, but don't bite down

[Refrain]

Round, round, round

Going through the day with a pound

I told her, baby, don't make a sound, I got plenty of riches that come around

I had to look at my neck, the chain is so heavy at holding me down (Let's go)

[Chorus]

Not making sense, not making sense, not making sense

It's not making sense, not making sense, not making sense

I got that .45, the grip (Pow)

No, I don't play with the bitch

The life that I live don't exist

I'm living the life full of risk

[Verse 2]

Sometimes I feel all alone

Sometimes I ice that two-tone, sometimes I'm right and I'm wrong

Sometimes I'm right and I'm wrong

I just been riding so long

You know that shit 24, open the door when I'm ready to ball

Yo' bitch I'm ready to top, walkin' in Rick and I'm not talking Ross

Nigga you not talkin' Ross, fuck on your bitch then I fuck all day long

Ah, ah, ah

Know she gon' bark like a dog

I was gon' ride in the Rolls, hop in the backseat, I'm charging my phone

[Refrain]

Round, round, round

Going through the day with a pound

I told her, baby, don't make a sound, I got plenty of riches that come around

I had to look at my neck, the chain is so heavy at holding me down

[Chorus]

Not making sense, not making sense, not making sense

It's not making sense, not making sense, not making sense

I got that .45, the grip

No, I don't play with the bitch

The life that I live don't exist

I'm living the life full of risk

[Outro]

(Yeah, yeah)

(Ooh-ooh)

Let's go