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lauqe - make money/make sense lyrics

verse one:
b-tch i make money, you n-ggas dummies
no need to lie b-tch im always forthcoming
n-ggas they see me and think that i’m stunning, then they flip on me i think they stunting
yeah i ran track, now i ain’t running
you keep on joking i’ll show you whats funny, the way i took over i think i’m too cunning
i’ll kick your -ss i’m not talking bout punting
rap bout the truth, it lies in you
hopped out the booth, and i hotbox the stu
what you gone do? you fly, but i flew
allergic to faking, bless me aachoo
bury more n-ggas not talking bout drew, none of you n-ggas is living y’all sound
all of you n-ggas is really some clowns, i’ll turn ya smile up side down, then put a fist inside ya frown
charlotte, nc that’s my town
n-ggas they envy be barking like hounds
you get in front of me i won’t go around, i’m moving straight through ya, then it’s hallejuah!
cause i’m ’bout to blow up, and it’s no kabooya!
you at the back sus you in the caboose, if you don’t make money you making the noose
i’m making dough and i don’t need bakery, n-ggas like biscuits they started to flake on me
all of its fakery, came for success but none of ’em stayed with me
n-ggas on recess im playing a beat, eenie meenie moe you was was playing wit feet

chorus:
if it don’t make money, then it don’t make sense
if it don’t make money, then it don’t make sense
if it don’t make money, then it don’t make sense
if it don’t make money, then it don’t make sense
if it don’t make money, then it don’t make sense
if it don’t make money, then it don’t make sense
if it don’t make money, then it don’t make-

verse two:
hit my shot, you n-ggas missing
you a hoe, b-tch i’m big pimping
you sidekick, like scottie pippen
b-tch i’m jordan, rings on both hands
goes in, let bars go, like frozen
pull up late night, no conan, but a b-tch n-gga get broken
man your studio will get broke in
i am the one, but i wasn’t chosen
since i was young b-tch i been golden
got these rappers on strike, b-tch we ain’t bowling
n-ggas can’t f-ck wit me, i’m just a goal to em
they won’t acknowledge me, i’m just a flow to em
wait i forgot, n-ggas took several
b-tch i’m a meal, delicious and edible
you winning rap? b-tch that ain’t a credible source!

verse three:
who you know out here that’s nastier wit they pad?
i put his bones in the bas-m-nt, i be bodying bags
n-ggas mad cause i’m bad. and the spot that i have
why you mad? b-tch i’m me, this ain’t a spot that you had
i just hopped off a flight, n-ggas stuck in lag
switch flow, flip dough
hair was blonde and i sing like sisqó
rappers need -ssists though, p-ssed it to em missed though
search and seizure-kickdoor
if it don’t make money then it don’t make sense
fool finna blow up and i’m coming through your vents
pull up lowkey/lauqè plotting, no limo tints
shot a gun no race n-ggas started to sprint
whew!
verses increbile, flow is impeccable, came undetectable, i’m uncomparable
morales on point, i am a parable
you just incapable, i am so flammable
lecturing hannibal, i am an animal
you out of stamina
i am just heating up, you cold like danimals
none of you rappers is eating like me
b-tch if you pull up you must want some beef
i will punch you and your crew in y’all t–th!
none of you n-ggas is with the elite
i am lauqè, b-tch you can get sweeped-oh wait its swept
they thought maybe k!lling me would make it better
put holes in your chest got blood on your sweater
rose from the dead, you could call me a phoenix
all y’all go bananas, just know imma peel it but i still appeal, that’s real and they feel it
too real just to chill with
y’all n-ggas is peons on flows that i beon, but i set trends
splitting y’all wigs, no dividends
sn-tching y’all edges and clipping y’all ends
road to the top was curvy with bends, but i am curvy i am no benz
lines like a beemer, i’m hotter than steamers
y’all n-ggas need bars, but i am the keeper

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