Songteksten

It's all I got (Haha) Yeah, put you in the past (Gone) Try to take advantage and it bit you in the ass (Mhm) Crazy that I thought that me and you would ever last Now it's rent money due, money on her, never cash (Nah) Brand new Benzes, stock Escalade (That's right) Nice housekeepers, top chefs and maids (Okay) You played yourself, I just wanna remind you Take what you came with and close the door behind you (Please) Your character and your attitude defined you (Uh) Me, I can do whatever I put my mind to (Whatever) Don't holler when you see me comin' through 'Cause fuckin' with you all I got is rent money due, wassup? This isn't love, this is roulette I just want back what I put into this and then I'll keep movin' All of my chips on the table 'Cause I never got what I came for, not leaving 'til I am stable I spent everything on ya Spent my energy on ya, put that loyalty on ya I ain't got nothing left I'm in over my head Now I'm barely breathing You know you the reason, just tryna break even You must be used to me spending Look, now my rent money due I spent everything fuckin' with you (Oh) They said you win some, you win some, you lose Now all I got is rent money due fucking with you (Uh, look) You owe me more than that, you actin' like I owe you If that's the case, you owe too We been together since like '02 (For real) But lately you been actin' so new it's like I don't even know you I miss the old you (On God) You know who was in the trenches livin' dangerous Duckin' them cases to put pointers on your tennis bracelet (Talk to 'em) Spendin' Franklins, it ain't about the money but all the time that I wasted Look, now my rent money due I spent everything fuckin' with you (Oh) They said you win some, you win some, you lose Now all I got is rent money due fucking with you (Flygod, ayo) You love when I fuck you like you in trouble (Ah) Red Givenchys with the gold buckles Moanin' loud while you paint the muscles Two fingers in you up to the knuckles Jil Sander's latest (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'll tell your mama that your pussy is the greatest Dope spot, you flushed the work when they raided New, new, new for a year straight (Uh) All them indirect posts gon' lead us to beef Speakin' on who did what for who, but keepin' receipts Damn, that's how I know that you feelin' me still Ain't no weight, it's over old utility bills Your body frustrated that nigga can't reach the bottom (Yeah, I know) Guess you just need to be bent over, that ain't my problem (Nah) I control where that G spot at if homie forgot it And teach him how to keep you fly as Monet Tejada (Woo, let's go) What more do you want from me? (Want from me) You can't help my sanity (No, no) I gave you my best, there ain't nothing left This can't be reality I'm picking up the pieces of the puzzle Here all by myself (Yeah) I can't even wish you well Look, now my rent money due I spent everything fuckin' with you (Oh) They said you win some, you win some, you lose Now all I got is rent money due fucking with you
Writer(s): Robert S. Kelly, Mary J. Blige, Christopher Wallace, Dernst Emile Ii, Daron Tavaris Jones, Shawn Butler, David Brewster, Sean Combs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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