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It's all I got
Ha-ha

Yeah, put you in the past (Gone)
Try to take advantage and it bit you in the a** (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 att**ude defined you (Uh)
Me, I can do whatever I put my mind to (Whatevеr)
Don't holler when you see me comin' through
'Causе f**kin' with you all I got is rent money due, wa**up?

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 f**kin' with you, oh
They said you win some, you win some, you lose
Now all I got is rent money due f**king 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 f**kin' with you, oh
They said you win some, you win some, you lose
Now all I got is rent money due f**king with you (Flygod, ayo)

You love when I f**k 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 pu**y 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 n***a 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 f**kin' with you, oh
They said you win some, you win some, you lose
Now all I got is rent money due f**king with you

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