Rich Amiri - No Sense lyrics
Rich Amiri [Amiri Dexter Chase] Boston/Randolph, Massachusetts, U.S 🇺🇸
[Rich Amiri - No Sense lyrics]
No Sense Lyrics neilaworld
Woah, woah, woah (yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Let's go)
How the fuck a nigga got rich?
It don't even make no sense (Make no sense)
Quarter milli' right on my wrist
Probably could pay your rent
(Pay your rent, go)
Toolie hit him right in his ribs
Nigga finna spray your mans (What?)
Pull up in an all black whip
Pull up in an SLX (What?)
And I had to send that text
Now that bitch wanna have sex (Let's go)
Nigga just wanna count checks, no
I ain't doin' no flex (Oh my God)
Made a few bands on set
Finna Eliantte my neck (My neck, go)
She hit my phone with stress
I left that bitch on read (What?)
Send that lil' boy off, I'm like, "See ya'"
(I'm like, "See ya'")
That's the bitch I want, but don't need her
(I don't need) it get cold like freezer, uh
Made him run like cheetah (yeah, go)
Hop in Rino Beamer, uh, rocket
Where we speed off (Uh, go)
I hit that boy with a (Come on, quick)
I hit that boy with a
(Woah, let's go, woah, woah, yeah, woah
Woah) don't fuck with that boy, can't sip
My drank and hit my 'Wood, no
(Never) they call me the voice, I'm in
That Royce up in your hood, woah
(Woah) and I got some boys I could
Deploy and get you took off (Off)
Yeah, we makin' noise, we smoked your boy
It got me real slow (Wow)
How the fuck a nigga got rich?
It don't even make no sense (Make no sense)
Quarter milli' right on my wrist
Probably could pay your rent
(Pay your rent, go)
Toolie hit him right in his ribs
Nigga finna spray your mans (What?)
Pull up in an all black whip
Pull up in an SLX (What?)
And I had to send that text
Now that bitch wanna have sex (Let's go)
Nigga just wanna count checks, no
I ain't doin' no flex (Oh my God)
Made a few bands on set
Finna Eliantte my neck (My neck, go)
She hit my phone with stress
I left that bitch on read
Woah, woah, woah (yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Let's go, what?)
Woah, woah, woah (yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Let's go)
Woah, woah, woah (yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Let's go)
How the fuck a nigga got rich?
It don't even make no sense (Make no sense)
Quarter milli' right on my wrist
Probably could pay your rent
(Pay your rent, go)
Toolie hit him right in his ribs
Nigga finna spray your mans (What?)
Pull up in an all black whip
Pull up in an SLX (What?)
And I had to send that text
Now that bitch wanna have sex (Let's go)
Nigga just wanna count checks, no
I ain't doin' no flex (Oh my God)
Made a few bands on set
Finna Eliantte my neck (My neck, go)
She hit my phone with stress
I left that bitch on read (What?)
Send that lil' boy off, I'm like, "See ya'"
(I'm like, "See ya'")
That's the bitch I want, but don't need her
(I don't need) it get cold like freezer, uh
Made him run like cheetah (yeah, go)
Hop in Rino Beamer, uh, rocket
Where we speed off (Uh, go)
I hit that boy with a (Come on, quick)
I hit that boy with a
(Woah, let's go, woah, woah, yeah, woah
Woah) don't fuck with that boy, can't sip
My drank and hit my 'Wood, no
(Never) they call me the voice, I'm in
That Royce up in your hood, woah
(Woah) and I got some boys I could
Deploy and get you took off (Off)
Yeah, we makin' noise, we smoked your boy
It got me real slow (Wow)
How the fuck a nigga got rich?
It don't even make no sense (Make no sense)
Quarter milli' right on my wrist
Probably could pay your rent
(Pay your rent, go)
Toolie hit him right in his ribs
Nigga finna spray your mans (What?)
Pull up in an all black whip
Pull up in an SLX (What?)
And I had to send that text
Now that bitch wanna have sex (Let's go)
Nigga just wanna count checks, no
I ain't doin' no flex (Oh my God)
Made a few bands on set
Finna Eliantte my neck (My neck, go)
She hit my phone with stress
I left that bitch on read
Woah, woah, woah (yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Let's go, what?)
Woah, woah, woah (yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Let's go)