[Chorus]
Not making sense, not making sense, not making sense
It's not making sense, not making sense, not making sense
I got that .45, the grip
No, I don't play with the bitch
The life that I live don't exist
I'm living the life full of risk

[Verse 1]
I'm living the life full of risk
I just put a tag on my coupe
And sometimes I go reminisce, I go reminisce in my room
Whatchu' gon do? 4 hoes sweepin' down the room
Not playing by the rules, I done brought the diamonds in school
My life is nourishing, Birkin her purse, I'm so encouraging
I drive in Excursion, I put in reverse, I whip it and burn the bitch
I whip it and burn the bitch, just like my rollie I got alot of Cullinan
I made a play, it was on second day, I got a 100k, how that feel? Ha-ha, if bout' money, don't cry now
Islands, take up the planet and don't cry now (Yeah, yeah)
Rode in the Benz, she got Balenci' to die down (Yeah, yeah)
I bust on her grips, she touch on my lip, but don't bite down

[Pre-Chorus]
Round, round, round
Going through the day with a pound
I told that baby don't make a sound, I got plenty of riches that come around
I had to look at my neck, the chain is so heavy at holding me down (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Not making sense, not making sense, not making sense
It's not making sense, not making sense, not making sense
I got that .45, the grip (Pow)
No, I don't play with the bitch
The life that I live don't exist
I'm living the life full of risk

[Verse 2]
Sometimes I feel all alone
Sometimes I ice that two-tone, sometimes I'm right and I'm wrong
Sometimes I'm right and I'm wrong
I just been riding so long
You know that shit 24, open the door when I'm ready to ball
Yo' bitch I'm ready to top, walkin' in Rick and I'm not talking Ross
N***a you not talkin' Ross, fuck on your bitch then I fuck all day long
Ah, ah, ah
Know she gon' bark like a dog
I was gon' ride in the Rolls, hop in the backseat, I'm charging my phone

[Pre-Chorus]
Round, round, round
Going through the day with a pound
I told that, baby don't make a sound, I got plenty of riches that come around
I had to look at my neck, the chain is so heavy at holding me down
[Chorus]
Not making sense, not making sense, not making sense
It's not making sense, not making sense, not making sense
I got that .45, the grip
No, I don't play with the bitch
The life that I live don't exist
I'm living the life full of risk

[Outro]
(Yeah, yeah)
(Ooh-ooh)
Let's go