Dom Kennedy - If It Don't Make Money lyrics

(feat. Skeme) [Intro: Dom Kennedy] If it don't make money, it don't make sense [Verse 1: Skeme] Look, if you don't know a thing about me know that homie rep Another n***a cold as me, that sh** just don't exist No experience in acting, but stick to the script See b**h, my presence be a present, I just got the gift And don't attach my name to it if it ain't legit Won't even waste no game on her if she ain't gone strip Young n***a on a mission, only plot be this I can melt this Cuban link and make a pot to piss Westside on mine, I keep them check signs online Ain't no handouts, that been ran out, so n***a best be on yo' grind Never struggle with it, never love this business, I don't cuddle with it If that plane work, it's automatic, back to huddle with it That ain't fully loaded, ain't no levels, I ain't f**ing with it Tuck and grip, any n***a tripping tell him come and get it I'm from the land where all the skinny n***as ride Where we ain't never been touched even though plenty n***as tried [Hook: Dom Kennedy] If it don't make money, it don't make sense [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] If you don't know a thing about me, know I'm taking risks Started recording in '06 now it's making sense Why my cousin used to tell me just keep making hits And now he locked behind the fence and I'm just making chips I know most you n***as out here is fake as sh** And everybody paid b**h, so you ain't exempt You n***as still be buying J's before you pay your rent Meanwhile, I'm out of town with this [?] In the Biggie Smalls hat with the [?] I pulled $100, 000 out and told him hate on this How we always be with Nip but he ain't no crip I'm just a Westside n***a, so I don't take no sh** Like the fruit of Islam, n***a this ain't no [?] Don't try to salt a n***a name because it ain't gone stick You trying to wear a n***a Vans, but they just ain't gone fit So I went and talked to Quik and he told me this: [Hook: Dom Kennedy] If it don't make money, it don't make sense