Consignment

[Intro]
What the fuck
Snitch ass nigga ain't answering my motherfuckin' calls, man
My money already looking funny
Shit, I knew I shouldn't have gave this dumb ass nigga no motherfuckin' work, man
Uh, uh, yo, uh

[Verse 1]
Now I've been serving this nigga for six months
Tell the truth, he ain't been short on my shit once
But I ain't heard from this nigga in six weeks
Hope he don't think shit's sweet—

*DJ scratches*

[Verse 1]
Uh, now I've been serving this nigga for six months
Tell the truth, he ain't been short on my shit once (38 Special)
But I ain't heard from this nigga in six weeks
Hope he don't think shit's sweet
I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt
But then I got strapped and made a visit to his house
Now his bitch sayin' she ain't heard from him
He ain't called in over a month, the nerve of him
Shit, but now I'm thinking, "Is this bitch lyin'?"
So I pulled out a strap, hit her with the iron, smack
"Bitch, you better tell me the truth
I know he ain't disappear and didn't pay me my loot, right?"
And then the bitch starts screamin'
"Special, I ain't seen him, please please believe me"
I told the bitch, "You ain't got to cry
You ain't gon' die, just tell him I stopped by"

[Chorus]
My money lookin' funny and I'm down to my last
To top it all off niggas playin' with my cash
Consignment is a dirty game, nigga, do the math
Consignment is a dirty game, nigga, do the math, uh (I-I-I-Invasion)
Don't give him no work if he ain't got the cash
Fuck how much money he made for you in the past (Right)
Consignment is a dirty game, nigga, do the math (Uh)
Consignment is a dirty game, nigga, do the math (Green Lantern)

[Verse 2]
Now when I first met the nigga, he was getting hash
Then he start trickin', fuckin' up his cash
He went down to quarters, quarters didn't last
Now the nigga broke, he gettin' four and a half
He copped four and a half but I gave him nine
I ain't rushin' for the money, shit, I gave him time
Now he actin' like he ain't tryin' to pay me mine
Shit, I'ma get him, yup, I'ma get him
I seen his car parked at the local hotel
I ran in that bitch high ready to throw shells
The bitch that worked at the desk, shit, I know well
"What room he in?", she said, "412"
Uh, so I went to the nigga door
He opened it then I told him, "Get down on the floor
Nigga, I gave you the raw, where the fuck is my cash?"
And that's when he pulled out his badge, they on my ass, nigga

[Chorus]
My money looking funny, and I'm down to my last
To top it all off niggas playing with my cash
Consignment is a dirty game, nigga, do the math
Consignment is a dirty game, nigga, do the math