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letra de rent money - future

[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

[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!?

- future

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