​no sense lyrics

[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 b*tch
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 b*tch
I whip it and burn the b*tch, 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 b*tch
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 sh*t 24, open the door when I'm ready to ball
Yo' b*tch I'm ready to top, walkin' in Rick and I'm not talking Ross
n*gga you not talkin' Ross, f*ck on your b*tch then I f*ck 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 b*tch
The life that I live don't exist
I'm living the life full of risk

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