Rent lyrics
by Blac Youngsta
[Chorus: Lyrica Anderson]
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
[Verse 1: Lyrica Anderson]
Yeah it look good when I back that ass up
Have my money in hand when I back that ass up
Boy you gotta have some change before I let you know my name
You know the game, you know the game, you know the motherf*ckin' game
I'm a pretty pretty b*tch and my nails stay done
Ain't no fifty-fifty split, I'ma need one hun
I got money on my mind, yeah money on my mind
I can't stand a broke b*tch that's always wasting time, tough
[Chorus: Lyrica Anderson]
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
I might pay your rent if you just bend over, touch the floor
I can't buy you sh*t if you ain't gon' f*ck me, my n*ggas ho (nope)
I can't f*ck with you if you gon' let everybody know
I might pull up on you when I come to your city ho (shh)
If I throw this money I want somethin' in return
Take my clothes to the cleaners, I do not earn
You know I'm a pimp ho but I don't wear perms
Went to school for no reason, I did not learn (gang gang)
Hard on these b*tches, I can't let up (gang)
I ain't f*ckin' on you b*tch 'less you go get a check up (b*tch)
Come around me on your period, I'm gon' run your neck up (ho)
It don't make dollars it's a motherf*ckin' setup (shut up)
[Chorus: Lyrica Anderson]
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
[Verse 3: Lyrica Anderson]
Cut the talk, yeah
I ain't tryna make friends, I'm a boss, yeah
Shout out to my ladies working nine to five, yeah
And all my other b*tches who be going live, yeah
[Chorus: Lyrica Anderson]
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)
Young b*tch tryna pay the rent (yeah)