Skeme, DOM KENNEDY - If It Don’t Make Money lyrics

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 plan ain't 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 hit's
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 Kangol hat
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 clique
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