This is a song about "Make"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

Stored in his mind to make,

We both had dreams of being great

Guess what they got a choice to make

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech