Money up front, ain't no frontin', make it make sense
Hatin' but your pockets full of nothing, make it make sense
Strapped up by the ops like I'm huntin', make it make sense
Don't make dollars and it don't make sense, biatch
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
I don't know how you so broke
It don't make sense
You don't make sense
I make big checks, on a outfit
I'ma spend your rent, make it make sense
You gon do less, I'ma do more, you gon' spend less, I'ma spend more
He talkin' doubt on BNS we put him on a cutting board
And I ain't tryin' to drink soda, unless there's some syrup poured
I'm gettin' high as shit, I smoke Obama runts, I'm a trap expert, you a trap dunce
We gon' send you to the store, and make runs, go get me backwoods so I can roll a blunt
Make it make sense how these people so dumb, make it make sense how these people so broke
I don't understand shit, if I was them, I would kill myself, I would
Probably choke
Money up front, ain't no frontin', make it make sense
Hatin' but your pockets full of nothing, make it make sense
Strapped up by the ops like I'm huntin', make it make sense
Don't make dollars and it don't make sense, biatch
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Dawg, think I'm trippin', need to take a cold shower
Shootin' King of Hill ammo, Choppa sound like boomhaur
Watcha starin' at, boy, you want a piece of me?, fix yourself or I send you up where Jesus be
Runnin' your mouth without money, make it make sense
Crashin' out like a crash dummy, make it make sense
Trappin' in the rain till it's sunny, make it make sense
Talkin' all that shit but your ass don't pay rent
Chrome rim rollin' off the lot, make it break necks
Runnin' your mouth without money, make it make sense
Trappin' out the Donk Chevy, yeah, that's a straight flex
It's Young CJ and I'm all about my paycheck
Yeah, it's Young CJ and I'm all about my paycheck
(Crack that blunt, roll that weed, it's Young CJ ENT.)
(Crack that blunt roll that weed it's Young CJ ENT.)
Money up front, ain't no frontin', make it make sense
Hatin' but your pockets full of nothing, make it make sense
Strapped up by the ops like I'm huntin', make it make sense
Don't make dollars and it don't make sense, biatch
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Make it make sense,
Young CJ - Make Sense (feat. Acid Souljah) Lyrics
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Money up front, ain't no frontin', make it make sense
Hatin' but your pockets full of nothing, make it make sense
Strapped up by the ops like I'm huntin', make it make sense
Don't make dollars and it don't make sense, biatch
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
I don't know how you so broke
It don't make sense
You don't make sense
I make big checks, on a outfit
I'ma spend your rent, make it make sense
You gon do less, I'ma do more, you gon' spend less, I'ma spend more
He talkin' doubt on BNS we put him on a cutting board
And I ain't tryin' to drink soda, unless there's some syrup poured
I'm gettin' high as shit, I smoke Obama runts, I'm a trap expert, you a trap dunce
We gon' send you to the store, and make runs, go get me backwoods so I can roll a blunt
Make it make sense how these people so dumb, make it make sense how these people so broke
I don't understand shit, if I was them, I would kill myself, I would
Probably choke
Money up front, ain't no frontin', make it make sense
Hatin' but your pockets full of nothing, make it make sense
Strapped up by the ops like I'm huntin', make it make sense
Don't make dollars and it don't make sense, biatch
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Dawg, think I'm trippin', need to take a cold shower
Shootin' King of Hill ammo, Choppa sound like boomhaur
Watcha starin' at, boy, you want a piece of me?, fix yourself or I send you up where Jesus be
Runnin' your mouth without money, make it make sense
Crashin' out like a crash dummy, make it make sense
Trappin' in the rain till it's sunny, make it make sense
Talkin' all that shit but your ass don't pay rent
Chrome rim rollin' off the lot, make it break necks
Runnin' your mouth without money, make it make sense
Trappin' out the Donk Chevy, yeah, that's a straight flex
It's Young CJ and I'm all about my paycheck
Yeah, it's Young CJ and I'm all about my paycheck
(Crack that blunt, roll that weed, it's Young CJ ENT.)
(Crack that blunt roll that weed it's Young CJ ENT.)
Money up front, ain't no frontin', make it make sense
Hatin' but your pockets full of nothing, make it make sense
Strapped up by the ops like I'm huntin', make it make sense
Don't make dollars and it don't make sense, biatch
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Make it make sense,
Hatin' but your pockets full of nothing, make it make sense
Strapped up by the ops like I'm huntin', make it make sense
Don't make dollars and it don't make sense, biatch
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
I don't know how you so broke
It don't make sense
You don't make sense
I make big checks, on a outfit
I'ma spend your rent, make it make sense
You gon do less, I'ma do more, you gon' spend less, I'ma spend more
He talkin' doubt on BNS we put him on a cutting board
And I ain't tryin' to drink soda, unless there's some syrup poured
I'm gettin' high as shit, I smoke Obama runts, I'm a trap expert, you a trap dunce
We gon' send you to the store, and make runs, go get me backwoods so I can roll a blunt
Make it make sense how these people so dumb, make it make sense how these people so broke
I don't understand shit, if I was them, I would kill myself, I would
Probably choke
Money up front, ain't no frontin', make it make sense
Hatin' but your pockets full of nothing, make it make sense
Strapped up by the ops like I'm huntin', make it make sense
Don't make dollars and it don't make sense, biatch
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Dawg, think I'm trippin', need to take a cold shower
Shootin' King of Hill ammo, Choppa sound like boomhaur
Watcha starin' at, boy, you want a piece of me?, fix yourself or I send you up where Jesus be
Runnin' your mouth without money, make it make sense
Crashin' out like a crash dummy, make it make sense
Trappin' in the rain till it's sunny, make it make sense
Talkin' all that shit but your ass don't pay rent
Chrome rim rollin' off the lot, make it break necks
Runnin' your mouth without money, make it make sense
Trappin' out the Donk Chevy, yeah, that's a straight flex
It's Young CJ and I'm all about my paycheck
Yeah, it's Young CJ and I'm all about my paycheck
(Crack that blunt, roll that weed, it's Young CJ ENT.)
(Crack that blunt roll that weed it's Young CJ ENT.)
Money up front, ain't no frontin', make it make sense
Hatin' but your pockets full of nothing, make it make sense
Strapped up by the ops like I'm huntin', make it make sense
Don't make dollars and it don't make sense, biatch
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Make it make sense,
Writer: Young CJ
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