Bongobirch - Make it Make Sense

Where I come from
Everyone struggling bitch
Yuh, you know I stay hustling bitch
I'm gambling
It's all or nothing I'm rich
This gun on my hip
I'm mean mugging a bitch
No pointers
Only carats on my wrist
Y'all copping my flow
Y'all parroting this
I made all my cash
Ain't inheriting shit
How y'all broke but act rich
Make it make sense
Yuh, make it make sense
It's Bongobirch and you know I got rizz
I broke up with the bitch
Now she throwing a fit
It's bout to rain, that's what I predict
I'ma count me a mil at the end of my shift
Count on me bro I'ma stick to the script
I'm holding the grain
Yeah that's what I grip
Fuck all my haters we can't coexist
I don't give a fuck about a bitch
I ain't worried bout it
I'ma run to the money
I'ma hurry bout it
I never miss a shot
Like I'm Steph Curry bout it
I was in the streets
While y'all was word counting
I ain't even had a coin
To throw in the wish fountain
Had to keep pushing
You know I stay pounding
I'ma keep shooting
If I miss I rebound it
They threw away the key
But don't know that I found it
Where I come from
Everyone struggling bitch
Yuh, you know I stay hustling bitch
I'm gambling
It's all or nothing I'm rich
This gun on my hip
I'm mean mugging a bitch
No pointers
Only carats on my wrist
Y'all copping my flow
Y'all parroting this
I made all my cash
Ain't inheriting shit
How y'all broke but act rich
Make it make sense
Yuh, make it make sense
I been smoking loud
Since I was a kid
I'm done playing games
I ain't talking bout squid
Had to do it myself
Like I went off the grid
What you need, I'm selling that reg
Don't push me, I'm too close to the edge
I'm hunting the snakes, yeah I'm cutting the hedge
I can tell by her face that she give some good head
I'm balling so hard you can't hold me down
Put a dub on yo head try to hoe me now
Ain't no one was there when I turned it around
So I won't help y'all out
Not any amount
Don't get my dawg nervous
He straight from the pound
This must be a circus
Y'all act like some clowns
I won't let you run off with even an ounce
Cuz that's like taking my food out my mouth
Where I come from
Everyone struggling bitch
Yuh, you know I stay hustling bitch
I'm gambling
It's all or nothing I'm rich
This gun on my hip
I'm mean mugging a bitch
No pointers
Only carats on my wrist
Y'all copping my flow
Y'all parroting this
I made all my cash
Ain't inheriting shit
How y'all broke but act rich
Make it make sense

Written by:
Jacob Birch

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find