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future – rent money lyrics

[intro]
super
they go crazy
yeah
they comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
trap spot boomin’

[chorus]
got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
i just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, i should diss you
got the mac 11 c*cked, it got the kick too
servin’ n*gg*s like doughbeezy in my house shoes
ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
i just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, i should diss you
she sucked my d*ck, she came home, i bet she kissed you

[verse 1]
treat me like i’m al capone, n*gg*, f*ck you
john gotti, illuminati, n*gg*, f*ck you
i put a middle finger up, because, f*ck you
this money got me geekin’ up, n*gg*, f*ck you
red bottoms with the fur like frank luc
i bought some vvs and she caught the chain flu
i f*cked this r&b b*tch, 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 key 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 sh*t, i ran up me a sack
f*ckin’ 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 sh*t, so it’s f*ck 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 f*cked a rapper b*tch, i was on a drug deal
i f*cked a rapper b*tch, i was on a drug deal

[hook]
got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
i just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, i should diss you
got the mac 11 c*cked, it got the kick too
servin’ n*gg*s like doughbeezy in my house shoes
ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
i just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, i should diss you
she sucked my d*ck, she came home, i bet she kissed you

[verse 2]
i f*cks r&b b*tches, 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, n*gg* f*ck you
they got me goin’ insane, now it’s f*ck you
i let my brother f*ck your b*tch, he got the dog food
i d*mn near get half a ticket for a walk through
i f*ck dem super bowl b*tches 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 b*tch cause i’m ruthless
i make the blogs with ya b*tch cause i’m ruthless
yah, i get cash money like i’m mack maine
i just put a rapper b*tch on game
i be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
i just slam dunked ya b*tch hall of fame

[hook]
got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
i just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, i should diss you
got the mac 11 c*cked, it got the kick too
servin’ n*gg*s like doughbeezy in my house shoes
ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
i just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, i should diss you
she sucked my d*ck, she came home, i bet she kissed you
i f*cked this r & b b*tch, i should thank you, yeah

[trap house skit]
*knocking*
n*gg*, with yo loud *ss, bruh
yo, what’s going on e
the big frank dog
i know you be trippin’, bruh
i just got this lil, god d*mn, 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 *ss up outta here, n*gg*?
get that n*gg* *ss up outta here, man
n*gg* 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 got d*mn fool; i can’t do nothin’ with no god d*mn $10
get yo *ss on outta here, man
try to come up here for no d*mn gram, n*gg*
that’s candy money n*gg*
a gram!?


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