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[Hook: Rent Money]
17 for the OZ
26 for the whole P
Im leanin on the stick
Mama gotta pay that rent

[Verse 1: Rent Money]
Im from a blood line of them picket lines
Alex Haley, new slavery
Not tryna see unemployment time
So my right hand wit this bag a sand
Yo tha food lacin, low education
Kings and queens in this family tree
But they hooked me on this microphone
That Rick Ross, triple C's
When the rent due I bring shorty out
Product in I gotta sift through it
If the ship lost you betta swim to it
When i see 12 its still Carl Lewis
Imma black man wit this black dickin
Who the fuck hard wan play wit it
This a scotch bonnet in a trap sonnet
Need about three minutes for they hot about it
You talk about it
I rap about it
Haters talk shit
Send a fax about it
And the club dont close till we passin out it
Got the cops flexxin
And the windows cloudy
You probably doubt it
Probably out it
Hit the cell if yo money right
Got a whole lotta dream in this Samsonite
And the kids won't eat if I dont cook it right
Right?
Right?
Fuck it

[Hook: Rent Money]
17 for the OZ
26 for the whole P
Im leanin on the stick
Mama gotta pay that rent