Make No Sense Songtext
von Gunna feat. Duke

Told you we was gon′ be rich
And stack my chips
So much money don't make no sense (sense)
I don′t know what I spent (don't know it)
Make me wanna cop that Benz
Ride around the town with no tint (no tint)
Cash in the bag, we lit (we lit)
Smashed and then got in that 'Vette (Vette)

So much money don′t make no sense (no sense)
I ain′t got no friends
Tom Ford all over my lens
Got racks in my pants
Ride with a F&N
Got steel like Pakistan
I flew 'cross the map again
Got shows and I got fans (yeah)
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 (please)
Got a Glock 19 black matte (c'mon)
Gotta ride with that static (static)
Lil Duke with a iced out Patek (Lil Duke)
YSL getting green like salad

Gunna got a flow, can′t get it (can't get it)
Fucking on all these bitches (these bitches)
My diamonds wash all the dishes
You niggas can't reinvent me (can′t reinvent)
Pull up in that foreign, foreign, foreign at the Weston (Weston)
Fucking on a pedestrian (bitch)
I got these bitches desperate (desperate)

Told you we was gon′ be rich
And stack my chips
So much money don't make no sense (sense)
I don′t know what I spent (don't know it)
Make me wanna cop that Benz
Ride around the town with no tint (no tint)
Cash in the bag, we lit (we lit)
Smashed and then got in that ′Vette (Vette)


So much money don't make no sense (no sense)
I ain′t got no friends
Tom Ford all over my lens
Got racks in my pants
Ride with a F&N
Got steel like Pakistan
I flew 'cross the map again
Got shows and I got fans (yeah)
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 (run that shit up)
Used to ride MARTA 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 we winning (winning)

This foreign on me got tint
Riding with a bad lil′ bitch (bad)
Hop on the highway, she suck on my dick
Diamonds on me and they looking like piss (blink)
Mama I told you that we gon' be rich (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, yeah

I had to stay down, stay in my own lane
Mama she told me, "Don't go against the grain" (mama she told me)
Knew what I been through, you can′t feel my pain (knew what I been through, for real)
Keep it so real that shit run through my vein
Made myself a boss and made me a name (made myself a boss)
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 (sense)
I don′t know what I spent (don't know it)
Make me wanna cop that Benz
Ride around the town with no tint (no tint)
Cash in the bag, we lit (we lit)
Smashed and then got in that ′Vette (Vette)

So much money don't make no sense (no sense)
I ain′t got no friends
Tom Ford all over my lens
Got racks in my pants
Ride with a F&N
Got steel like Pakistan
I flew 'cross the map again
Got shows and I got fans (yeah)
Gotta count them racks again