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Make Money / Make Sense

by Lauqè

on EQUAL (2018), Make Money/Make Sense (2018)

Verse One:
Bitch I make money, you niggas dummies
No need to lie bitch im always forthcoming
Niggas 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 ass 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 niggas not talking bout Drew, none of you niggas is living y'all sound
All of you niggas 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
Niggas 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, Niggas like biscuits they started to flake on me
All of its fakery, came for success but none of 'em stayed with me
Niggas 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 niggas missing
You a hoe, bitch I'm big pimping
You sidekick, like Scottie Pippen
Bitch I'm jordan, rings on both hands
Goes in, let bars go, like frozen
Pull up late night, no Conan, but a bitch nigga get broken
Man your studio will get broke in
I am the one, but I wasn't chosen
Since I was young bitch I been golden
Got these rappers on strike, bitch we ain't bowling
Niggas can't fuck wit me, I'm just a goal to em
They won't acknowledge me, I'm just a flow to em
Wait I forgot, niggas took several
Bitch I'm a meal, delicious and edible
You winning rap? Bitch that ain't a credible source!

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 Three:
Who you know out here that's nastier wit they pad?
I put his bones in the basement, I be bodying bags
Niggas mad cause I'm bad. and the spot that I have
Why you mad? Bitch I'm me, this ain't a spot that you had
I just hopped off a flight, niggas stuck in lag
Switch flow, flip dough
Hair was blonde and i sing like Sisqó
Rappers need assists though, passed 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 niggas 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
Bitch if you pull up you must want some beef
I will punch you and your crew in y'all teeth!
None of you niggas is with the elite
I am Lauqè, bitch you can get sweeped-oh wait its swept
They thought maybe killing 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 niggas is peons on flows that i beon, but I set trends
Splitting y'all wigs, no dividends
Snatching 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 niggas need bars, but I am the keeper