Rent Money

Future

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    Super!
    They go crazy, yeah
    They comin' in and out, in and out, in and out
    Trap spot boomin'

    Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues
    I just fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
    Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
    Servin' niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
    Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent's due
    I just fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
    She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

    Treat me like I'm Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
    John Gotti, Illuminati, nigga, fuck you
    I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
    This money got me geekin' up, nigga, fuck you
    Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
    I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
    I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
    Yah, I was sippin' my codeine from the beginnin'
    She jocked my whole team, she seen who's winnin'
    We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin'
    This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
    Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
    I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
    She didn't wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
    I put a ki on Greyhound now I'm in a new dimension
    Offered her 25, keep tryin' to take some of my percentage
    I was petrified, you know my right wrist authentic
    I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
    I'm a big dog, it ain't no sense in holdin' back
    On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up in yo' set
    Fuckin' with them strippers all in G5ive
    And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
    I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
    I got five percent tint on each side
    I tried to make it outta school on the East Side
    I'm on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it's fuck school
    I'm blowin' money real fast like Big Meech crew
    I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
    They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
    I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
    I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

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    Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues
    I just fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
    Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
    Servin' niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
    Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent's due
    I just fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
    She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
    I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you

    Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
    They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
    I'm ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you
    They got me goin' insane, now it's fuck you
    I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
    I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
    I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
    I got this Westside freakin' like boostin'
    I built my empire up like Lucious
    Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I'm a nuisance
    I make the blogs with ya bitch 'cause I'm ruthless
    I make the blogs with ya bitch 'cause I'm ruthless
    Yah, I get cash money like I'm Mack Maine
    I just put a rapper bitch on game
    I be smokin' rapper weed with my gang
    I just slam dunked ya bitch, hall of fame

    Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues
    I just fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
    Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
    Servin' niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
    Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent's due
    I just fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
    She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
    I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you

    Nigga, with yo loud ass, bruh
    Yo, what's going on E
    The Big Frank Dog
    I know you be trippin', bruh
    I just got this lil, god damn, hoe with me, bruh
    Let me get a gram right quick; smoke that hoe out, right quick
    A gram? Man, if you don't get yo ass up outta here, nigga
    Get that nigga ass up outta here, man
    Nigga talkin' about he want a gram
    What, you wanna Grammy?
    Boy, you trippin'; you trippin', bruh
    Let me leave with a bag, then, I'm good for it
    You a goddamn fool; I can't do nothin' with no god damn $10
    Get yo ass on outta here, man
    Try to come up here for no damn gram, nigga
    That's candy money nigga
    A gram!?

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