Saucy Santana - Make It Make Sense

(It's Trax season, bruh)

Make a nigga fall in love, I'm tired of meetin' mommas (hey)
Take me to Brazil, I don't wanna see Bahamas
Lil' tired-ass bitch, don't you work at Kroger's
Staying with yo' best friend, sleepin' on her sofa?
You ain't in my range, 'cause bitch I'm in a Rover
Step up in my lane, I'ma run yo' ass over
He drop me off checks, but deliver you dick
How you fuckin' for the free? Ho, make it make sense

Uh, I got the whole jewelry store on my neck (Eliantte)
Bitch, I'm raw, unprotected sex
I go days without reading niggas texts (ha)
You know the Florida girls' pussy be the best (Florida girls)
I'm the sauciest, bossiest bitch, full of confidence
Bitches give me compliments, niggas give me offerings
Ay, what the fuck you offering?
Bitch, if it ain't money that's the end of discussion, motherfucka
Woo, I'm a bad-ass bitch (bad-ass bitch)
You a buy me this, buy that-ass bitch
Snitchin', on yo- friends, you a rat-ass bitch
No money gettin', layin' on yo' back-ass bitch

Make a nigga fall in love, I'm tired of meetin' mommas (hey)
Take me to Brazil, I don't wanna see Bahamas
Lil' tired-ass bitch, don't you work at Kroger's
Staying with yo' best friend, sleepin' on her sofa?
You ain't in my range, 'cause bitch I'm in a Rover
Step up in my lane, I'ma run yo' ass over
He drop me off checks, but deliver you dick
How you fuckin' for the free? Ho, make it make sense

Uh, bend that ass over, let you bungee jump in it
EA Sports, is you in it to win it?
I know you wanna spin it like a DJ
Make 'em double take, run it back like a replay (friki-friki)
Crying-crying 'bout this pussy on a four page letter
Boy, have my bread, don't forget the cheddar
He tricked off on me, now he think we go together
Check this nigga temperature, is you under the water?
Ring ding dong, d-d-d-ding ding dong
That's a new nigga at my door
My last nigga played, but tonight it's on the floor

Make a nigga fall in love, I'm tired of meetin' mommas
Take me to Brazil, I don't wanna see Bahamas
Lil' tired-ass bitch, don't you work at Kroger's
Staying with yo' best friend, sleepin' on her sofa?
You ain't in my range, 'cause bitch I'm in a Rover
Step up in my lane, I'ma run yo' ass over
He drop me off checks, but deliver you dick
How you fuckin' for the free? Ho, make it make sense

Make a nigga fall in love, I'm tired of meetin' mommas (hey)
Take me to Brazil, I don't wanna see Bahamas
Lil' tired-ass bitch, don't you work at Kroger's
Staying with yo' best friend, sleepin' on her sofa?
You ain't in my range, 'cause bitch I'm in a Rover
Step up in my lane, I'ma run yo' ass over
He drop me off checks, but deliver you dick
How you fuckin' for the free? Ho, make it make sense (uh, make, yeah)

Pay my motherfuckin' bills, fuck nigga
Don't play with me
You bring that whole dick
You bring me mothefuckin' dineros
You know the motherfuckin' vibes (it's Trax season, bruh)

Written by:
Deandre Hunter, John Norris III, Maralynn, Rashad Spain, Rubin Mcfadden

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