The Beat Bully - Rent Money 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 a f**ed a rapper b**h, I should diss you Got the MAC-11 co*ked, it got the kick too Servin' n***as like Doughbeezy in my house shoes Ya baby mama f** me better when the rent's due I just a f**ed a rapper b**h, I should diss you She s**ed my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you [Verse 1] Treat me like I'm Al Capone, n***a, f** you John Gotti, Illuminati, n***a, f** you I put a middle finger up, because, f** you This money got me geekin' up, n***a, f** you Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu I f**ed this R&B b**h, 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 sh**, I ran up me a sack f**in' 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**, so it's f** 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**ed a rapper b**h, I was on a drug deal I f**ed a rapper b**h, I was on a drug deal [Chorus] Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues I just a f**ed a rapper b**h, I should diss you Got the MAC-11 co*ked, it got the kick too Servin' n***as like Doughbeezy in my house shoes Ya baby mama f** me better when the rent's due I just a f**ed a rapper b**h, I should diss you She s**ed my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you [Verse 2] I f**s R&B b**hes, 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***a f** you They got me goin' insane, now it's f** you I let my brother f** your b**h, he got the dog food I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through I f** dem Super Bowl b**hes 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**h cause I'm ruthless I make the blogs with ya b**h cause I'm ruthless Yah, I get cash money like I'm Mack Maine I just put a rapper b**h on game I be smokin' rapper weed with my gang I just slam dunked ya b**h hall of fame [Hook] Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues I just a f**ed a rapper b**h, I should diss you Got the MAC-11 co*ked, it got the kick too Servin' n***as like Doughbeezy in my house shoes Ya baby mama f** me better when the rent's due I just a f**ed a rapper b**h, I should diss you She s**ed my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you [Trap House Skit] *Knocking* n***a, with yo loud a**, 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 a** up outta here, n***a Get that n***a a** up outta here, man n***a 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 a** on outta here, man Try to come up here for no damn gram, n***a That's candy money n***a A gram!?