[Chorus]
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense
Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse
I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense
Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse
I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents

[Verse 1]
I don't chase hoes, I chase dead white guys
Real talk, I'm still ducking from them white guys
I put it on my life, never touched the white [?]
That Keisha got me balling like I'm flipping white pies
Say he got some [?] then I might try
Taste good, good ticket, then I might buy
N***as hop to the left and the right side
I'm chilling in Chicago on the southside
Bitch did wrong, that bitch get fired
That bitch put in an aplecation, ready to get hired
Extra lipgloss, heels and a mini skirt
Hit me on my text, say she ready to go to work

[Chorus]
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense
Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse
I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense
Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse
I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents
[Verse 2]
Blowing smoke out the roof, riding through Navada
Sipping purple sprite, bitch, we ain't sipping on vodca
My pistol game terrific, and my aim bonified
Everytime I leave the booth, they say another homicide
Look
These n***as impostors, my whole family mobsters
Gucci everything, including the boxers
[?] and lobster, I don't rock [?]
[?] ass n***a, couldn't keep him, so I lost him
Fuck [?] family tree what it gon' cost him
Kidnapped her, [?]
All that petty [?], that's what got him doing [?]
[?] to my [?], he got me doing [?]

[Chorus]
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense
Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse
I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
All that ass you got, girl, it don't make sense
Started pumping strong, and I've been on ever sinse
I don't chase hoes, I chase dead presidents