F$$K YOU PAY ME

Rent Money Recordz
R.M.G
Rent Money Gang
It's still fuck you pay me, ya feel me

That's what it is homie, Fa-sho
Tip Loc, Cacc at'em
Bout to let these motherfuckers know what time it is, really though
Roll with me homie, roll with me

Let's ride
Pass that drank, twist that smoke
It's your motherfuckin' boy, Mr. Q-Tip
Loc back in the booth, sippin' goose and juice

And this time, bitch, I'm goin' for broke, still slangin' caine
Bagging weed, will you pimp a few bitches, oh yes indeed
Anything to help a young player succeed
And to keep fillin' up my pocket with cheese

So follow my lead and let's get this fed
Or do you wanna be broke instead
I'd rather be kicked back on my bed
Count me some bread getting paralyzing head

So follow my lead and let's get this fed
Or do you wanna be broke instead
I'd rather be kicked back on my bed
Count me some bread getting paralyzing head

So I'm tellin' you this, bitch, help us get rich
Hit the fuckin' track, and let's break a few tricks
Keep her ass in the kitchen on a mill
ticket mission cookin' all white chickens

Let's whip a few bricks, stack a few chips
Take a few trips, marks wanna act up
We'll waste a few clips, you fuckin' with Tip
A major hood figure pimp

It's money over bitches, keep chasin' that grip
Can't fall, don't slip, keep stickin' to the script
If I roll over, stroll, keep heat on my hip
Got the chrome and it's on in the military zone

Don't make me roam to your home and put the heat to your dome
Watch his ass freeze, watch him at ease
Watch how quick the bitch-ass nigga pay me
I hate this motherfuckin' new millennium fake-ass

Wanna be bad, carbon copy ass geez
Homeboy, please, just sit when you pee
You can mug in the club, but you'll never scare me
I'm T.I.P. from Dub-C-C

Long Beach, Westside and Memphis, Tennessee
I'm a first-coast rider, Duval resider
If your bitch is on my dick, watch me slide up inside her
Have her payin' rent, I'm the Black Larry Flint

The dick is not free, charge a yard per inch
And that's some real-ass shit, nigga, ask your bitch
She may never admit, Tip has already hit
Already came, already saw

Already filled up her mouth and her jaws, nigga
Already beat, already smashed
It's all about the money, first purse, ass last
That's the motto of a pimp, don't break the rules to the game

It's trickin' if you got it, nigga, you should be ashamed
You motherfuckin' lame, phony-ass trick
Always chase paper and never chase a bitch
That's a real-playas code that I live by daily

I'm still screamin' loud, fuck you, bitch, pay me
Ya dig, and that is
As real as it gets, you feel me
I hear these lame-ass niggas out here talkin' about

It ain't trickin' if you got it
Nigga, that's exactly what it is
Trickin' because you got it, ya feel me
Ayye, but keep spendin' your money, nigga

You're probably payin' one or two of my bitches anyway, ya feel me
You know what I be tellin' them
Ayye, lil' mama, break these sucka-ass niggas, you feel me
But you know what I be tellin' my bitches

Fuck you, pay me
I do mean daily
I stay about my money
Nigga, when I'm broke, I can't eat or sleep

Fuck you, pay me
I do mean daily
It's all about that money, bitch
Stay pacing', keep chasin' this rent money

Fuck you, pay me
Tiploc, tell'em, get you some money, mane
Get you some money