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File Added: Feb 19, 2017
Lyrics Added: Oct 02
Future
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2017
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Oct 02, (2018-10-02)

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Lyrics of rent money (new album) by Future 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 fu-Cked 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 fu-Ck me better when the rent's due
I just fu-Cked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sU-Cked my d!ck, she came home, I bet she kissed you

[Verse 1]
Treat me like I'm Al Capone, nigga, fu-Ck you
John Gotti, Illuminati, nigga, fu-Ck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fu-Ck you
This money got me geekin' up, nigga, fu-Ck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I fu-Cked 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
fu-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 shit, so it's fu-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 fu-Cked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fu-Cked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal


[Chorus]
Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues
I just fu-Cked 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 fu-Ck me better when the rent's due
I just fu-Cked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sU-Cked my d!ck, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I fu-Cked this R&B bitch, I should thank you

[Verse 2]
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 fu-Ck you
They got me goin' insane, now it's fu-Ck you
I let my brother fu-Ck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I fu-Ck 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


[Chorus]
Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues
I just fu-Cked 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 fu-Ck me better when the rent's due
I just fu-Cked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sU-Cked my d!ck, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I fu-Cked this R&B 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 $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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