Sergio Giavanni Kitchens (born June 14, 1993), known professionally as Gunn… Read Full Bio ↴Sergio Giavanni Kitchens (born June 14, 1993), known professionally as Gunna, is an American rapper, singer and songwriter. Best known for his collaborations with Young Thug and Lil Baby, he is signed to Thug's record label, YSL Records, as well as 300 Entertainment and Atlantic Records.[2] He released his debut studio album, Drip or Drown 2 on February 22, 2019 and followed it up with his second studio album Wunna on May 22, 2020, which debuted atop the Billboard 200.[3]

Make No Sense
Gunna Lyrics

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Told you we was gon' be rich
And stack my chips
So much money don't make no sense
I don't know what I spent
Make me wanna cop that Benz
Ride around the town with no tint
Cash in the bag we lit
Smashed and then got in that 'Vette

So much money don't make no sense
I ain't got no friends
Tom Ford all over my lens
Got racks in my pants
Ride with a FN
Got steel like Pakistan
I dun flew 'cross the map again
Got shows and I got fans
Gotta count them racks again

I ain't hide my safe in the attic
Smoke weed, sip lean, eat molly, pop xan bitch
Please don't panic
Got a Glock 19 black matte
Gotta ride with that static
Lil Duke with a iced out Patek
YSL getting green like salad
Gunna got a flow, can't get it
Fucking on all these bitches
My diamonds wash all the dishes
You niggas can't reinvent me
Pull up in that foreign, foreign, foreign at the Weston
Fucking on a pedestrian
I got these bitches desperate

Told you we was gon' be rich
And stack my chips
So much money don't make no sense
I don't know what I spent
Make me wanna cop that Benz
Ride around the town with no tint
Cash in the bag we lit
Smashed and then got in that 'Vette
So much money don't make no sense
I ain't got no friends
Tom Ford all over my lens
Got racks in my pants
Ride with a FN
Got steel like Pakistan
I dun flew 'cross the map again
Got shows and I got fans
Gotta count them racks again

Told you lil' niggas that we gon' be rich
Run that shit up so much, don't make no sense
Used to ride MARTA now pull up in Benz
Sipping on lean 'bout to fuck up my kidneys
Since a young nigga, been getting it
Quick to turn 10 to a 20
All of these bad bitches they on my dick, I got plenty
Selling out shows and winning
This foreign on me got tint
Riding with a bad lil' bitch
Hop on the highway, she suck on my dick
Diamonds on me and they looking like piss
Mama I told you that we gon' be rich
Gotta keep it real and can't ever switch
I had to stack up my chips
Stuck in the streets, came up off a lick
I had to stay down, stay in my own lane
Mama she told me, "don't go against the grain"
Look what I been through, you can't feel my pain
Keep it so real that shit run through my vein
Made myself a boss and made me a name
Work in the trap, make the trap go insane
And ain't a damn thing changed, ah

Told you we was gon' be rich
And stack my chips
So much money don't make no sense
I don't know what I spent
Make me wanna cop that Benz
Ride around the town with no tint
Cash in the bag we lit
Smashed and then got in that 'Vette
So much money don't make no sense
I ain't got no friends
Tom Ford all over my lens
Got racks in my pants
Ride with a FN
Got steel like Pakistan
I dun flew 'cross the map again

Got shows and I got fans
Gotta count them racks again

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Gunna's song "Make No Sense" revolves around the theme of success and money, with the rapper boasting about his wealth and success. The opening lines suggest that he knew he was going to be rich and stacked his money, despite not knowing what he spent it on. He then goes on to describe how the excess of money doesn't make sense, and there is simply too much of it. Gunna details his lifestyle, indicating that he is driving around town in a car with no tint, and he has so much cash that they are "lit." He does confirm that he has no friends, but he has money everywhere that he goes. He boasts about wearing designer sunglasses and having racks of cash in his pants.

The second verse has more of a threatening undertone, with Gunna referencing guns and drugs. He doesn't shy away from revealing that he keeps his safe in the attic and has a gun for protection alongside his drug use. The last line of the verse “I got these bitches desperate” showcases his dominance and power when it comes to women. In the final verse, Gunna talks about his past, how he used to ride the subway, but now he shows up in a Benz. He raps about selling out shows, and even when everything changes, he remains the same.

Overall, "Make No Sense" is a braggadocious song about the excesses that come with wealth and success, with Gunna painting a vivid picture of his luxurious lifestyle.

Line by Line Meaning

Told you we was gon' be rich
I had the foresight to know we would become wealthy

And stack my chips
I saved my earnings

So much money don't make no sense
Having an excessive amount of wealth is illogical

I don't know what I spent
I cannot account for my expenses

Make me wanna cop that Benz
I am inspired to purchase a luxury car

Ride around the town with no tint
Driving with no privacy in a wealthy area

Cash in the bag we lit
We have a lot of cash on hand and feel great about it

Smashed and then got in that 'Vette
Had a good time and then got in a Corvette

So much money don't make no sense
Having an excessive amount of wealth is illogical

I ain't got no friends
I do not have any genuine friendships

Tom Ford all over my lens
My sunglasses are made by Tom Ford

Got racks in my pants
I am carrying a lot of cash on me

Ride with a FN
I carry a FN handgun

Got steel like Pakistan
I have a lot of guns like Pakistan

I flew 'cross the map again
I traveled across the world for a show or appearance

Got shows and I got fans
I have concerts and a dedicated audience

Gotta count them racks again
I need to recount my cash earnings

I ain't hide my safe in the attic
I do not keep my safe in a hidden location

Smoke weed, sip lean, eat molly, pop xan bitch
I indulge in drugs and partying

Please don't panic
Do not be alarmed

Got a Glock 19 black matte
I own a Glock 19 firearm with a black finish

Gotta ride with that static
I carry my firearm on me

Lil Duke with a iced out Patek
My friend Lil Duke has a diamond-encrusted Patek Philippe watch

Ysl getting green like salad
My clothing brand YSL is becoming more successful

Gunna got a flow, can't get it
My rap style is unique and cannot be replicated

Fucking on all these bitches
Engaging in sexual activity with multiple women

My diamonds wash all the dishes
My diamond jewelry is so lavish that it could clean dishes

You niggas can't reinvent me
Others cannot copy my style or image

Pull up in that foreign, foreign, foreign at the Weston
Driving a luxury car to a wealthy area

Fucking on a pedestrian
Having sex with someone who is not wealthy or famous

I got these bitches desperate
Women are intrigued by my fame and wealth

Told you lil' niggas that we gon' be rich
I informed my close friends that we would become wealthy

Run that shit up so much, don't make no sense
Make an excessive amount of money

Used to ride MARTA now pull up in Benz
I used to use public transportation but now I drive a Benz

Sipping on lean 'bout to fuck up my kidneys
Drinking lean is unhealthy

Since a young nigga, been getting it
I have been earning money since a young age

Quick to turn 10 to a 20
I am skilled at making money

All of these bad bitches they on my dick, I got plenty
I have many attractive women interested in me

Selling out shows and winning
I am successful in my music career

This foreign on me got tint
My luxury car has dark windows

Riding with a bad lil' bitch
Driving with an attractive woman

Hop on the highway, she suck on my dick
Having sexual activity while driving

Diamonds on me and they looking like piss
My diamond jewelry is so bright that it resembles urine

Mama I told you that we gon' be rich
I informed my mother that we would become wealthy

Gotta keep it real and can't ever switch
I must stay true to myself and not change

I had to stack up my chips
I needed to save my earnings

Stuck in the streets, came up off a lick
I was involved in illicit activity to earn money

I had to stay down, stay in my own lane
I needed to focus on myself and not be distracted

Mama she told me, "don't go against the grain"
My mother advised me to not go against societal norms

Knew what I been through, you can't feel my pain
Others cannot understand the struggles I have faced

Keep it so real that shit run through my vein
I am honest and genuine

Made myself a boss and made me a name
I became successful by being my own leader and creating my own brand

Work in the trap, make the trap go insane
I work in the drug dealing industry and am very successful at it

And ain't a damn thing changed, ah
Despite my success, I am still the same person I always was

Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Arnold Martinez, Sergio Giavanni Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass

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