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Rent Money
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Future
Future
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Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Автор песен
Jevon A. Tate
Jevon A. Tate
Автор песен
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Автор песен
Anthony Joseph Tucker
Anthony Joseph Tucker
Автор песен
Maurice Jordan
Maurice Jordan
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jevon A. Tate
Jevon A. Tate
Сопродюсер
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Продюсер
Joshua Sellers
Joshua Sellers
Инженер звукозаписи
Seth Firkins
Seth Firkins
Миксинг-инженер
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Миксинг-инженер
DJ ESCO
DJ ESCO
Миксинг-инженер
Mike Synphony
Mike Synphony
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Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
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Phillip Cromwell
Phillip Cromwell
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The Beat Bully
The Beat Bully
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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 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 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!?
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Khaled Mohammaed Khaled, Maurice Jordan, Anthony Delvon Tucker, Jevon Anton Tate Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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