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Rent Money Lyrics By Future

    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 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 rb 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 5 keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
    i was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
    i get glorified that richard mille cost 50
    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 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 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

    got the money comin’ in it ain’t no issues
    i just fucked a rapper bitch i should diss you
    got the mac 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 rb 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 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 rb bitch i should thank you

    skit
    knocking
    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 0
    get yo ass on outta here man
    try to come up here for no damn gram nigga
    that’s candy money nigga
    a gram

    Artist: Future

    Year: 2017

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 469