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lirik lagu make sense – 1takejay

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[intro]
wait, hold up, i’m finna turn this b*tch up, aye

[verse 1]
b*tch, it’s money to be made so i’m making it
big bully, get it out a b*tch or i’m taking sh*t
punk rock b*tch that’ll make a n*gga take risks
we brought the diamond testers out to see who faking out (aye, b*tch, don’t make me pop off)
fake flexing, n*ggas bums, b*tch, you barely making it
talking crazy, beam on his b*tch, i ain’t aiming it
and why you reckless eyeballing but ain’t saying sh*t?
aye, she a thief in the night so she taking it
big d*ck, said she with the games, come play with it
high fashion, call me tailor made ’cause i stay fitted
popping it but, boy, your ass broke so i can’t listen
this b*tch dead, that’s the only way i can’t hit it
bop, bop, bleed the scene
broke, f*ck a n*gga mean?
dirty but i’m super clean
tech make a n*gga lean
big chopper wake a stupid ass n*gga out a dream
i’m married to the money so i went and bought a wedding ring (yeah)
[chorus]
if it don’t make money, n*gga, it don’t make sense (n*gga, it don’t make sense)
you wanna stay around, well, b*tch, you gotta pay rent (b*tch, you gotta pay rent)
i work hard so, b*tch, i need payments (b*tch, i need payments)
fast money, i ain’t never had no patience (never had)
bring a check in ’cause i ain’t into waiting (i ain’t into waiting)
cut a b*tch off ’cause i ain’t into dating (i ain’t into dating)
ooh, and, b*tch, i’m like a n*gga so face it (what?)
tell ’em change the scoreboard ’cause, b*tch, i’m finna make it (what? aye)
if it don’t make money, n*gga, it don’t make sense (n*gga, it don’t make sense)
yeah, ooh
i work hard so, b*tch, i need payments (b*tch, i need payments, tell ’em how it is)
yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
n*ggas wasn’t on the block with me
baby, tell me if you rock with me
cutting all ties from that n*gga if he not with me
pockets touching, sad story, he ain’t got no guap with him?
big slapper, i don’t smoke so i ain’t finna box with him
fast money, i ain’t never had no patience
out the *n*s, i’ll put a n*gga sh*t on the pavement
the same ones that love you’ll probably treat you like a racist
case closed, i keep a empty heart like a vacant
we can go to war, b*tch, it’s freddy vs. jason
nightmare on elm street for every n*gga that be hating
get your b*tch f*cked ’cause i’m a hot n*gga like i’m satan
all this money rule the world but p*ssy rule the nation
[chorus]
if it don’t make money, n*gga, it don’t make sense (n*gga, it don’t make sense)
you wanna stay around, well, b*tch, you gotta pay rent (b*tch, you gotta pay rent)
i work hard so, b*tch, i need payments (b*tch, i need payments)
fast money, i ain’t never had no patience (never had)
bring a check in ’cause i ain’t into waiting (i ain’t into waiting)
cut a b*tch off ’cause i ain’t into dating (i ain’t into dating)
ooh, and, b*tch, i’m like a n*gga so face it (what?)
tell ’em change the scoreboard ’cause, b*tch, i’m finna make it (what? aye)
if it don’t make money, n*gga, it don’t make sense (n*gga, it don’t make sense)
yeah, ooh
i work hard so, b*tch, i need payments (b*tch, i need payments)
yeah, yeah

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