Make No Sense - Gunna, Duke

Told you we was gon' be rich

And stack my chips

So much money don’t make no sense

I don’t know what I spent

Make me wanna cop that Benz

Ride around the town with no tint

Cash in the bag we lit

Smashed and then got in that 'Vette

So much money don’t make no sense

I ain’t got no friends

Tom Ford all over my lens

Got racks in my pants

Ride with a FN

Got steel like Pakistan

I flew 'cross the map again

Got shows and I got fans

Gotta count them racks again

I ain’t hide my safe in the attic

Smoke weed, sip lean, eat molly, pop xan bitch

Please don’t panic

Got a Glock 19 black matte

Gotta ride with that static

Lil Duke with a iced out Patek

YSL getting green like salad

Gunna got a flow, can’t get it

Fucking on all these bitches

My diamonds wash all the dishes

You niggas can’t reinvent me

Pull up in that foreign, foreign, foreign at the Weston

Fucking on a pedestrian

I got these bitches desperate

Told you we was gon' be rich

And stack my chips

So much money don’t make no sense

I don’t know what I spent

Make me wanna cop that Benz

Ride around the town with no tint

Cash in the bag we lit

Smashed and then got in that 'Vette

So much money don’t make no sense

I ain’t got no friends

Tom Ford all over my lens

Got racks in my pants

Ride with a FN

Got steel like Pakistan

I flew 'cross the map again

Got shows and I got fans

Gotta count them racks again

Told you lil' niggas that we gon' be rich

Run that shit up so much, don’t make no sense

Used to ride now pull up in Benz

Sipping on lean 'bout to fuck up my kidneys

Since a young nigga, been getting it

Quick to turn 10 to a 20

All of these bad bitches they on my dick, I got plenty

Selling out shows and winning

This foreign on me got tint

Riding with a bad lil' bitch

Hop on the highway, she suck on my dick

Diamonds on me and they looking like piss

Mama I told you that we gon' be rich

Gotta keep it real and can’t ever switch

I had to stack up my chips

Stuck in the streets, came up off a lick

I had to stay down, stay in my own lane

Mama she told me, «don't go against the grain»

Knew what I been through, you can’t feel my pain

Keep it so real that shit run through my vein

Made myself a boss and made me a name

Work in the trap, make the trap go insane

And ain’t a damn thing changed, ah

Told you we was gon' be rich

And stack my chips

So much money don’t make no sense

I don’t know what I spent

Make me wanna cop that Benz

Ride around the town with no tint

Cash in the bag we lit

Smashed and then got in that 'Vette

So much money don’t make no sense

I ain’t got no friends

Tom Ford all over my lens

Got racks in my pants

Ride with a FN

Got steel like Pakistan

I flew 'cross the map again

Got shows and I got fans

Gotta count them racks again