Aye, Yeah
Zko on the beat, Yeah
If I made a dollar everytime my baby momma gave me drama man
I guarantee I'd still have more drama
It's not that I go looking for it cause I 'd hate to find it
It's just that she be talking to me like she someone momma
Oh wait, she is
But that is not the point I'm tryna make
I deal with other issues and I know you can relate
Like f*ck a 9-5 cause them hoes be on my case
And why the police pull me over solely cause my race
I got strangers showing support and I got homies showing hate
Don't know if they wanna see me down or want me doing great
I know that they gone be around just don't be in my face
Tryna be friendemies cause you wanna be in my place
Man if you hating shit it's cool just get the f*ck on nigga
For I pull up on ya boo and get my f*ck on nigga
Imma turn that lil' freak into a bust on
A scamming crew hoppin bag runner that won't come home
To cum on a lazy f*ck nigga that can't f*ck long
Who trust gone because he cheated on the bitch he love on
Insecure bastard blame the don cause her guts gone
Like it was my fault that I was born with my nuts long
Boujee lil' bitch can't meet my daughter til' her bucks long
My baby boujee too but imma tell her it ain't nothin wrong
We not the nosey type and keep our businesses the unknown
So if you know me right you know ya businesses get no loan
But I ain't bout to lie these rap politics have gotten me pissed
Running the game finally gotten me tense
Can't hold a conversation if it ain't talking dollars we split
Cause if it don't make dollars, It don't make sense
Nigga, bitch
Shit don't make no sense
It was snakes in the grass but it ain't been since
I got my cheese up a nigga keep the grass cut
F*ck what you saying ain't no more going last bruh
They said I'd never win so I told them kiss my ass boy
Blowing with the wind I been pacing to the mula
Get it in my hand and I'm racing to the jeweler
Cooler full of diamonds yeah we drowning just like water
A nigga going hard but I need to go harder
Ain't never met his daddy but he bout to be a father
Shorty never listened to her mother and what she taught her
It's hard being a single mother slaving for ya daughter
Cause daddy ain't shit he just tryna bleed the corner
Shit don't make no sense
Wrist gold like piss
I keep a dog, Mike Vick
I get high like Wiz
I tell them mind they biz
A young nigga gon live
And we gon live smoking trees
Tez the Don - No Sense (feat. Nuke) Lyrics
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Aye, Yeah
Zko on the beat, Yeah
If I made a dollar everytime my baby momma gave me drama man
I guarantee I'd still have more drama
It's not that I go looking for it cause I 'd hate to find it
It's just that she be talking to me like she someone momma
Oh wait, she is
But that is not the point I'm tryna make
I deal with other issues and I know you can relate
Like f*ck a 9-5 cause them hoes be on my case
And why the police pull me over solely cause my race
I got strangers showing support and I got homies showing hate
Don't know if they wanna see me down or want me doing great
I know that they gone be around just don't be in my face
Tryna be friendemies cause you wanna be in my place
Man if you hating shit it's cool just get the f*ck on nigga
For I pull up on ya boo and get my f*ck on nigga
Imma turn that lil' freak into a bust on
A scamming crew hoppin bag runner that won't come home
To cum on a lazy f*ck nigga that can't f*ck long
Who trust gone because he cheated on the bitch he love on
Insecure bastard blame the don cause her guts gone
Like it was my fault that I was born with my nuts long
Boujee lil' bitch can't meet my daughter til' her bucks long
My baby boujee too but imma tell her it ain't nothin wrong
We not the nosey type and keep our businesses the unknown
So if you know me right you know ya businesses get no loan
But I ain't bout to lie these rap politics have gotten me pissed
Running the game finally gotten me tense
Can't hold a conversation if it ain't talking dollars we split
Cause if it don't make dollars, It don't make sense
Nigga, bitch
Shit don't make no sense
It was snakes in the grass but it ain't been since
I got my cheese up a nigga keep the grass cut
F*ck what you saying ain't no more going last bruh
They said I'd never win so I told them kiss my ass boy
Blowing with the wind I been pacing to the mula
Get it in my hand and I'm racing to the jeweler
Cooler full of diamonds yeah we drowning just like water
A nigga going hard but I need to go harder
Ain't never met his daddy but he bout to be a father
Shorty never listened to her mother and what she taught her
It's hard being a single mother slaving for ya daughter
Cause daddy ain't shit he just tryna bleed the corner
Shit don't make no sense
Wrist gold like piss
I keep a dog, Mike Vick
I get high like Wiz
I tell them mind they biz
A young nigga gon live
And we gon live smoking trees
Zko on the beat, Yeah
If I made a dollar everytime my baby momma gave me drama man
I guarantee I'd still have more drama
It's not that I go looking for it cause I 'd hate to find it
It's just that she be talking to me like she someone momma
Oh wait, she is
But that is not the point I'm tryna make
I deal with other issues and I know you can relate
Like f*ck a 9-5 cause them hoes be on my case
And why the police pull me over solely cause my race
I got strangers showing support and I got homies showing hate
Don't know if they wanna see me down or want me doing great
I know that they gone be around just don't be in my face
Tryna be friendemies cause you wanna be in my place
Man if you hating shit it's cool just get the f*ck on nigga
For I pull up on ya boo and get my f*ck on nigga
Imma turn that lil' freak into a bust on
A scamming crew hoppin bag runner that won't come home
To cum on a lazy f*ck nigga that can't f*ck long
Who trust gone because he cheated on the bitch he love on
Insecure bastard blame the don cause her guts gone
Like it was my fault that I was born with my nuts long
Boujee lil' bitch can't meet my daughter til' her bucks long
My baby boujee too but imma tell her it ain't nothin wrong
We not the nosey type and keep our businesses the unknown
So if you know me right you know ya businesses get no loan
But I ain't bout to lie these rap politics have gotten me pissed
Running the game finally gotten me tense
Can't hold a conversation if it ain't talking dollars we split
Cause if it don't make dollars, It don't make sense
Nigga, bitch
Shit don't make no sense
It was snakes in the grass but it ain't been since
I got my cheese up a nigga keep the grass cut
F*ck what you saying ain't no more going last bruh
They said I'd never win so I told them kiss my ass boy
Blowing with the wind I been pacing to the mula
Get it in my hand and I'm racing to the jeweler
Cooler full of diamonds yeah we drowning just like water
A nigga going hard but I need to go harder
Ain't never met his daddy but he bout to be a father
Shorty never listened to her mother and what she taught her
It's hard being a single mother slaving for ya daughter
Cause daddy ain't shit he just tryna bleed the corner
Shit don't make no sense
Wrist gold like piss
I keep a dog, Mike Vick
I get high like Wiz
I tell them mind they biz
A young nigga gon live
And we gon live smoking trees
Writer: Dontez Burgess, Javarri Clanton
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