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No Sense (feat. 4waymikey) Video (MV)




Performed By: WW Nate
Language: English
Length: 1:31
Written by: Mike Nafield, Nathan Enoch




WW Nate - No Sense (feat. 4waymikey) Lyrics
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If it don't make a dollar than it don't make sense
Im counting up my guap got me feeling arrogant
They told me time is of the essence but I got no time to spend
Like I'm trapping out a coffee pot I got the perfect blend
Watch me turn up the club with 500 friends
Thats 250 bad bitches with a best friend
Im that nigga I'm that guy lately I've been feeling fly
They like how you always watch
Cuz I got a magic eye
Don't you take me for a joke
Don't you ask for no free smoke
Your ladies wanna have my babies sorry that's the way it goes
You a rookie I'm a pro
Ive been balling like D Lo
Now if you don't got no money take your broke ass home
If it dont make a dollar than it dont make sense
Im counting up my guap got me feeling arrogant
They told me time is of the essence but I got no time to spend
Like I'm trapping out a coffee pot I got the perfect blend
If it don't make a dollar than it don't make no sense
You was playing in the game and I used to ride the bench
Coach through me in the game ballin like my name was Lynch
If I pull out that fye boy you better not flinch
Troll came so I dipped
I was tryna get a flip
He was tryna get zip
But I used the whole clip
Light this choppa gotta spit
Light this choppa gotta kick
Ima tell you how it is
Ima pull up with them jits
If it dont make a dollar than it dont make sense
Im counting up my guap got me feeling arrogant
They told me time is of the essence but I got no time to spend
Like I'm trapping out a coffee pot I got the perfect blend
If it dont make a dollar than it dont make sense
Im counting up my guap got me feeling arrogant
They told me time is of the essence but I got no time to spend
Like I'm trapping out a coffee pot I got the perfect blend
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If it don't make a dollar than it don't make sense
Im counting up my guap got me feeling arrogant
They told me time is of the essence but I got no time to spend
Like I'm trapping out a coffee pot I got the perfect blend
Watch me turn up the club with 500 friends
Thats 250 bad bitches with a best friend
Im that nigga I'm that guy lately I've been feeling fly
They like how you always watch
Cuz I got a magic eye
Don't you take me for a joke
Don't you ask for no free smoke
Your ladies wanna have my babies sorry that's the way it goes
You a rookie I'm a pro
Ive been balling like D Lo
Now if you don't got no money take your broke ass home
If it dont make a dollar than it dont make sense
Im counting up my guap got me feeling arrogant
They told me time is of the essence but I got no time to spend
Like I'm trapping out a coffee pot I got the perfect blend
If it don't make a dollar than it don't make no sense
You was playing in the game and I used to ride the bench
Coach through me in the game ballin like my name was Lynch
If I pull out that fye boy you better not flinch
Troll came so I dipped
I was tryna get a flip
He was tryna get zip
But I used the whole clip
Light this choppa gotta spit
Light this choppa gotta kick
Ima tell you how it is
Ima pull up with them jits
If it dont make a dollar than it dont make sense
Im counting up my guap got me feeling arrogant
They told me time is of the essence but I got no time to spend
Like I'm trapping out a coffee pot I got the perfect blend
If it dont make a dollar than it dont make sense
Im counting up my guap got me feeling arrogant
They told me time is of the essence but I got no time to spend
Like I'm trapping out a coffee pot I got the perfect blend
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Writer: Mike Nafield, Nathan Enoch
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