I got money in the bank, it's steady flippin aye aye
I heard ya running round town,sneak dissing lil nigga
I got bitches on my line, they tryna go
U need some swag? I sell it to you for the low
Tell a nigga i ain't gota f*ck to give
I'm going ghost, yea right up off da grid (Yea yea)
Homerun, Ho we swinging for the fence
She say I'm trippin , told her i ain't got no sense
She hit my line, she said need money for rent
You outta pocket ho, you must got me bent
I said i love you but that ain't what i meant
I won't budge for a thot, not an inch
Im a young educated nigga but I'm known to trip
Brought your lady home to strip, record her on my phone I'm lit
Next day i don't know that bitch, she just a thing of the past
But i might keep her around if she can bring me some cash
I been counting up, blue faces counting up
Count your days up, boy you running out of luck
I'm undefeated niggas hate they wanna be us
I'm legit now come n see it, set the bar you underneath it
How many times i gota tell em i dont give a f*ck
Pants sagging pistol tucked pockets filling up
I make deposits every week ain't bout no money i won't speak
My partner came right home from jail then he hopped back in the streets
They say I'm looking like a lick, you try get shot off in yo shit
I'm fly like i jumped off a cliff, im high like i just smoked a zip
Done lost so many brain cells popping pills
I done blown a lot of bills now for real i gota chill
Walk up on me out of nowhere & I'm clutching
Cut that ho off she kept fussing, mixing clear sprite up with tussin
I don't owe a nigga nothing, f*ck a bitch it's no discussion
I'm always lit that's how I'm coming, with da shitz wen i be stunting
I got money in the bank, it's steady flippin aye aye
I heard ya running round town,sneak dissing lil nigga
I got bitches on my line, they tryna go
U need some swag? I sell it to you for the low
Tell a nigga i ain't gota f*ck to give
I'm going ghost, yea right up off da grid (Yea yea)
Homerun, Ho we swinging for the fence
She say I'm trippin , told her i ain't got no sense
Told her i aint got no sense
Im out my mind bitch, you aint making sense
Sincere 500 - No Sense Lyrics
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I got money in the bank, it's steady flippin aye aye
I heard ya running round town,sneak dissing lil nigga
I got bitches on my line, they tryna go
U need some swag? I sell it to you for the low
Tell a nigga i ain't gota f*ck to give
I'm going ghost, yea right up off da grid (Yea yea)
Homerun, Ho we swinging for the fence
She say I'm trippin , told her i ain't got no sense
She hit my line, she said need money for rent
You outta pocket ho, you must got me bent
I said i love you but that ain't what i meant
I won't budge for a thot, not an inch
Im a young educated nigga but I'm known to trip
Brought your lady home to strip, record her on my phone I'm lit
Next day i don't know that bitch, she just a thing of the past
But i might keep her around if she can bring me some cash
I been counting up, blue faces counting up
Count your days up, boy you running out of luck
I'm undefeated niggas hate they wanna be us
I'm legit now come n see it, set the bar you underneath it
How many times i gota tell em i dont give a f*ck
Pants sagging pistol tucked pockets filling up
I make deposits every week ain't bout no money i won't speak
My partner came right home from jail then he hopped back in the streets
They say I'm looking like a lick, you try get shot off in yo shit
I'm fly like i jumped off a cliff, im high like i just smoked a zip
Done lost so many brain cells popping pills
I done blown a lot of bills now for real i gota chill
Walk up on me out of nowhere & I'm clutching
Cut that ho off she kept fussing, mixing clear sprite up with tussin
I don't owe a nigga nothing, f*ck a bitch it's no discussion
I'm always lit that's how I'm coming, with da shitz wen i be stunting
I got money in the bank, it's steady flippin aye aye
I heard ya running round town,sneak dissing lil nigga
I got bitches on my line, they tryna go
U need some swag? I sell it to you for the low
Tell a nigga i ain't gota f*ck to give
I'm going ghost, yea right up off da grid (Yea yea)
Homerun, Ho we swinging for the fence
She say I'm trippin , told her i ain't got no sense
Told her i aint got no sense
Im out my mind bitch, you aint making sense
I heard ya running round town,sneak dissing lil nigga
I got bitches on my line, they tryna go
U need some swag? I sell it to you for the low
Tell a nigga i ain't gota f*ck to give
I'm going ghost, yea right up off da grid (Yea yea)
Homerun, Ho we swinging for the fence
She say I'm trippin , told her i ain't got no sense
She hit my line, she said need money for rent
You outta pocket ho, you must got me bent
I said i love you but that ain't what i meant
I won't budge for a thot, not an inch
Im a young educated nigga but I'm known to trip
Brought your lady home to strip, record her on my phone I'm lit
Next day i don't know that bitch, she just a thing of the past
But i might keep her around if she can bring me some cash
I been counting up, blue faces counting up
Count your days up, boy you running out of luck
I'm undefeated niggas hate they wanna be us
I'm legit now come n see it, set the bar you underneath it
How many times i gota tell em i dont give a f*ck
Pants sagging pistol tucked pockets filling up
I make deposits every week ain't bout no money i won't speak
My partner came right home from jail then he hopped back in the streets
They say I'm looking like a lick, you try get shot off in yo shit
I'm fly like i jumped off a cliff, im high like i just smoked a zip
Done lost so many brain cells popping pills
I done blown a lot of bills now for real i gota chill
Walk up on me out of nowhere & I'm clutching
Cut that ho off she kept fussing, mixing clear sprite up with tussin
I don't owe a nigga nothing, f*ck a bitch it's no discussion
I'm always lit that's how I'm coming, with da shitz wen i be stunting
I got money in the bank, it's steady flippin aye aye
I heard ya running round town,sneak dissing lil nigga
I got bitches on my line, they tryna go
U need some swag? I sell it to you for the low
Tell a nigga i ain't gota f*ck to give
I'm going ghost, yea right up off da grid (Yea yea)
Homerun, Ho we swinging for the fence
She say I'm trippin , told her i ain't got no sense
Told her i aint got no sense
Im out my mind bitch, you aint making sense
Writer: Damion Darby
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