If It Don't Make Money

If it don't make money, it don't make sense

Look, if you don't know a thing about me know that homie rep

Another nigga cold as me, that shit just don't exist

No experience in acting, but stick to the script

See bitch, 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 fucking with it

Tuck and grip, any nigga tripping tell him come and get it

I'm from the land where all the skinny niggas ride

Where we ain't never been touched even though plenty niggas tried

If it don't make money, it don't make sense

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 niggas out here is fake as shit

And everybody paid bitch, so you ain't exempt

You niggas 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 nigga, so I don't take no shit

Like the fruit of Islam, nigga this ain't no Don't try to salt a nigga name because it ain't gone stick

You trying to wear a nigga Vans, but they just ain't gone fit

So I went and talked to Quik and he told me this:

If it don't make money, it don't make sense