Future - Rent Money
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- a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin'- like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Your baby mama- me better when the rent's due
I just a fucked a rapper-, I should diss you
She sucked my-, she came home, I bet she kissed you
Treat me like I'm Al Capone- you
John Gotti, illuminati- you
I put a middle finger up, because- you
This money got me geekin' up- you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I- this R&B-, I should thank you
Yeah, 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, he tryna 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-, I ran up me a sack
Fuckin' with them strippers all in G5
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-, so it's- 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-, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper-, I was on a drug deal
Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues
I just- a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin'- like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Your baby mama- me better when the rent's due
I just a fucked a rapper-, I should diss you
She sucked my-, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I- R&B-, 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,- you
They got me goin' insane, now it's- you
I let my brother, brother, brother,got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I- dem Super Bowl- down in Houston
I got this westside freak that like boostin'
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I'm a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya- 'cause I'm ruthless
I make the blogs with ya- 'cause I'm ruthless
Yeah, I get cash money like I'm Mack Maine
I just put a rapper- 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- a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin'- like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Your baby mama- me better when the rent's due
I just a fucked a rapper-, I should diss you
She sucked my-, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I- R&B-, I should thank you, yeah
Written by:
Nayvadius Wilburn, Khaled Mohammaed Khaled, Anthony Delvon Tucker, Jevon Anton Tate, Maurice Jordan
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