[Intro]
(Johnny Flame make that shit hard)
(Iggy made it) Ayy, yeah
Gang, skii
It don't make money, it don't make sense to me

[Chorus]
If it don't make money, it don't make sense to me (Yeah)
Forty on my wrist and my neck like one-fifty (Damn)
You the type of n***a that would sign a three-sixty (Dumbass)
Always dick-ridin', you act just like P. Diddy (Ugh)
Somethin' like LeBron, came in with that heat with me
All my hoes fine, all my bitches real pretty (On God)
It's been seven hours and lil' brodie still sticky (Damn)
Fuckin' IG models you've been dreamin' 'bout hittin' (Ugh)
Just made like forty thousand, lil' bitch, I'm not kiddin' (Ch-ching)
You ain't tryna get rich, pussy, I can't rock with you (Yeah)
Took the roof off this bitch, slidin' with the top missin' (Skrrt)
We got grown man money, me and my n***as not children

[Verse]
Gettin' money while you sittin' 'round chillin'
I just wanna count millions, break my bank account, n***a
All this water on me, I might drown, n***a
Put the hoes before the money, yeah, you a clown, n***a
We been smokin' so much loud, I can't hear a sound, n***a
I'ma beat her down until your bitch get out, n***a (Ugh)
You ain't talkin' money, broke boy, you just sound silly (Silly boy)
He can't up that bag 'cause that n***a not really gettin' money (Yeah)
Real rich n***a, baby, I can get it if I want it
Bitch, I'm pimpin', I ain't trippin', I will not fall for no woman (Rich)
I'm the kid the broke n***as hate, the bad bitches love
This bitch got a whole lot of cake, I told her back it up (Skii)
[Chorus]
If it don't make money, it don't make sense to me (Yeah)
Forty on my wrist and my neck like one-fifty (Damn)
You the type of n***a that would sign a three-sixty (Dumbass)
Always dick-ridin', you act just like P. Diddy (Get off my dick)
Somethin' like LeBron, came in with that heat with me (Yeah)
All my hoes fine, all my bitches real pretty (Ugh)
It's been seven hours and lil' brodie still sticky (Damn)
Fuckin' IG models you've been dreamin' 'bout hittin' (Ugh)
Just made like forty thousand, lil' bitch, I'm not kiddin' (Ch-ching)
You ain't tryna get rich, pussy, I can't rock with you (Ugh)
Took the roof off this bitch, slidin' with the top missin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We got grown man money, me and my n***as not children (Ain't no damn kid)

[Outro]
Pussy boy, we not children
We got grown man money, pussy boy, we not children
On God, n***a
Gang, ayy, skii
If it don't make money, it don't make sense to me
Forty on my wrist and my neck like one-fifty
Ice, ice, ice