Consignment lyrics

[Intro]
What the f*ck
Snitch ass n*gga ain't answering my motherf*ckin' calls, man
My money already looking funny
sh*t, I knew I shouldn't have gave this dumb ass n*gga no motherf*ckin' work, man
Uh, uh, yo, uh

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

*DJ scratches*

[Verse 1]
Uh, now I've been serving this n*gga for six months
Tell the truth, he ain't been short on my sh*t once (38 Special)
But I ain't heard from this n*gga in six weeks
Hope he don't think sh*t'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 b*tch sayin' she ain't heard from him
He ain't called in over a month, the nerve of him
sh*t, but now I'm thinking, "Is this b*tch lyin'?"
So I pulled out a strap, hit her with the iron, smack
"b*tch, you better tell me the truth
I know he ain't disappear and didn't pay me my loot, right?"
And then the b*tch starts screamin'
"Special, I ain't seen him, please please believe me"
I told the b*tch, "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 n*ggas playin' with my cash
Consignment is a dirty game, n*gga, do the math
Consignment is a dirty game, n*gga, do the math, uh (I-I-I-Invasion)
Don't give him no work if he ain't got the cash
f*ck how much money he made for you in the past (Right)
Consignment is a dirty game, n*gga, do the math (Uh)
Consignment is a dirty game, n*gga, do the math (Green Lantern)

[Verse 2]
Now when I first met the n*gga, he was getting hash
Then he start trickin', f*ckin' up his cash
He went down to quarters, quarters didn't last
Now the n*gga 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, sh*t, I gave him time
Now he actin' like he ain't tryin' to pay me mine
sh*t, I'ma get him, yup, I'ma get him
I seen his car parked at the local hotel
I ran in that b*tch high ready to throw shells
The b*tch that worked at the desk, sh*t, I know well
"What room he in?", she said, "412"
Uh, so I went to the n*gga door
He opened it then I told him, "Get down on the floor
n*gga, I gave you the raw, where the f*ck is my cash?"
And that's when he pulled out his badge, they on my ass, n*gga
[Chorus]
My money looking funny, and I'm down to my last
To top it all off n*ggas playing with my cash
Consignment is a dirty game, n*gga, do the math
Consignment is a dirty game, n*gga, do the math