If it dont make money it dont make sense
If it dont make money it dont make pence
You can smell my money its got a stench
You ain't on the field your on the bench
(Verse)
If it dont make money it dont make sense
So dont talk to me with your nonsense
I can have you running jumping fence
Pull it out pull it out thats my defence
Yeah your team d**h thats a team d**h
Take your teams breath thats your team dead
I dont care what he said or she said
Cos her bread and his bread ain't like my bread
f** the feds on my case
On my face on my place
On my nights on my days
Theres no getting away
Stuck In place it isnt great
Make money to elevate
We dedicate we heavyweight
Your featherweight thats never great
No empty stage just full of rage
Just full of pain full of strain
Got no name got no brain
I smoke loud I'm so plane
I'm so game