Rent Money Lyrics - 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 a 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 a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you 

She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you 

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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 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 shit, 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 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 a 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 a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you 

She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you 

I fucks R&B bitches, 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 a 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 a 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, yeah 

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 got damn 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!?