Them boys rappin' like they got the rent due
Keep me a dozen of bad ass bitches that I can attend to
I'm fresh out the oven I'm coming in hot, with no one to vent to
Now all of a sudden you jackin' the swag, I know who sent you
I know it, I know it, I know it, I know it
Why you keep telling me I couldn't do it without you, that shit is gettin' annoying
I wasn't gettin' the shit that I wanted, now I'm addicted to spoiling
I still ain't seen you call me
Might shoot shit more than Spalding yuh
And why girly keep blowin' my jack tryna see what I'm on, she know I'm deep in a bag
Brother just got on the phone with a baddie, saying who that in a back
That shit ain't nothin' but a series of buttons, tap and I'm on yo ass
And ain't shit flaw about this life we live we went from the bottom to top!
Now that I'm rapping I gotta make sure this shit happen my brain wasn't wired to stop
I don't think me and you ever could come to a cruise cause you was just jackin' the opps
Wanna f*ck with me cause I got on
But before it was never and not
(Yea)
(Cmon)
Yeah, lil girly walked in 'bout thick as the plot
Pass me the ball and you'd think I'd have alcohol problems the way that I'm taking these shots
Treating the rap like it's do it or die
You a damn fool thinking this gone stop
Grind all day for that spot at the top
Yeah
For that spot at the top
Bitch so in love with me but she ain't never gone say it, probably gone wait 'till I pop
Don't even play with my fins you know that I'm spraying, just aiming right for ya top
I'm getting closer to god everyday just praying so faithfully he seen the pain in my eyes, just tryna flip me a knot
Cmon
And yes lil bitch it's Osama so act like you know that I'm having
Chasing a bag after bag, my pockets go up like inflation I'm causing the static
She suck it up like it's talent or passion
Don't need no stylist teaching me swagger
Too many ants that I'm stepping on, you see my hustle the way I go straight to the basket
Yea
Let me call up 5 when this pint touch down I'm feeling like Patty
Riding in the fast lane chiefin' a wood down I-35 no matter the traffic
After I'm done, bitch walk out the door
High rise crib, remember the floor
I be so deep in that ocean gone take 'bout four, five months just to come up to shore
Cmon
Big Fish - RENT DUE Lyrics
Big Fish - RENT DUE Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Them boys rappin' like they got the rent due
Keep me a dozen of bad ass bitches that I can attend to
I'm fresh out the oven I'm coming in hot, with no one to vent to
Now all of a sudden you jackin' the swag, I know who sent you
I know it, I know it, I know it, I know it
Why you keep telling me I couldn't do it without you, that shit is gettin' annoying
I wasn't gettin' the shit that I wanted, now I'm addicted to spoiling
I still ain't seen you call me
Might shoot shit more than Spalding yuh
And why girly keep blowin' my jack tryna see what I'm on, she know I'm deep in a bag
Brother just got on the phone with a baddie, saying who that in a back
That shit ain't nothin' but a series of buttons, tap and I'm on yo ass
And ain't shit flaw about this life we live we went from the bottom to top!
Now that I'm rapping I gotta make sure this shit happen my brain wasn't wired to stop
I don't think me and you ever could come to a cruise cause you was just jackin' the opps
Wanna f*ck with me cause I got on
But before it was never and not
(Yea)
(Cmon)
Yeah, lil girly walked in 'bout thick as the plot
Pass me the ball and you'd think I'd have alcohol problems the way that I'm taking these shots
Treating the rap like it's do it or die
You a damn fool thinking this gone stop
Grind all day for that spot at the top
Yeah
For that spot at the top
Bitch so in love with me but she ain't never gone say it, probably gone wait 'till I pop
Don't even play with my fins you know that I'm spraying, just aiming right for ya top
I'm getting closer to god everyday just praying so faithfully he seen the pain in my eyes, just tryna flip me a knot
Cmon
And yes lil bitch it's Osama so act like you know that I'm having
Chasing a bag after bag, my pockets go up like inflation I'm causing the static
She suck it up like it's talent or passion
Don't need no stylist teaching me swagger
Too many ants that I'm stepping on, you see my hustle the way I go straight to the basket
Yea
Let me call up 5 when this pint touch down I'm feeling like Patty
Riding in the fast lane chiefin' a wood down I-35 no matter the traffic
After I'm done, bitch walk out the door
High rise crib, remember the floor
I be so deep in that ocean gone take 'bout four, five months just to come up to shore
Cmon
Keep me a dozen of bad ass bitches that I can attend to
I'm fresh out the oven I'm coming in hot, with no one to vent to
Now all of a sudden you jackin' the swag, I know who sent you
I know it, I know it, I know it, I know it
Why you keep telling me I couldn't do it without you, that shit is gettin' annoying
I wasn't gettin' the shit that I wanted, now I'm addicted to spoiling
I still ain't seen you call me
Might shoot shit more than Spalding yuh
And why girly keep blowin' my jack tryna see what I'm on, she know I'm deep in a bag
Brother just got on the phone with a baddie, saying who that in a back
That shit ain't nothin' but a series of buttons, tap and I'm on yo ass
And ain't shit flaw about this life we live we went from the bottom to top!
Now that I'm rapping I gotta make sure this shit happen my brain wasn't wired to stop
I don't think me and you ever could come to a cruise cause you was just jackin' the opps
Wanna f*ck with me cause I got on
But before it was never and not
(Yea)
(Cmon)
Yeah, lil girly walked in 'bout thick as the plot
Pass me the ball and you'd think I'd have alcohol problems the way that I'm taking these shots
Treating the rap like it's do it or die
You a damn fool thinking this gone stop
Grind all day for that spot at the top
Yeah
For that spot at the top
Bitch so in love with me but she ain't never gone say it, probably gone wait 'till I pop
Don't even play with my fins you know that I'm spraying, just aiming right for ya top
I'm getting closer to god everyday just praying so faithfully he seen the pain in my eyes, just tryna flip me a knot
Cmon
And yes lil bitch it's Osama so act like you know that I'm having
Chasing a bag after bag, my pockets go up like inflation I'm causing the static
She suck it up like it's talent or passion
Don't need no stylist teaching me swagger
Too many ants that I'm stepping on, you see my hustle the way I go straight to the basket
Yea
Let me call up 5 when this pint touch down I'm feeling like Patty
Riding in the fast lane chiefin' a wood down I-35 no matter the traffic
After I'm done, bitch walk out the door
High rise crib, remember the floor
I be so deep in that ocean gone take 'bout four, five months just to come up to shore
Cmon
Writer: Michael L, Benjamin T
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid