Rent Money

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Mary J. Blige

Mary Jane Blige ( /ˈblaɪʒ/; born January 11, 1971), preferably known as Mary J. Blige, is an American singer-songwriter, record producer, and occasional actress. She is a recipient of nine Grammy Awards and four American Music Awards, and has recorded eight multi-platinum albums. She is the only artist with Grammy Award wins in R&B, Rap, Gospel, and Pop. more »

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This isn't love, this is foolish
I just want back what I put into this
And then I'll keep movin'
All of my chips on the table
'Cause I never got what I came for
Not leaving 'til I am stable

I spent everything on ya
Spent my energy on ya
Put that loyalty on ya
I ain't got nothing left
I'm in over my head (woo)
Now I'm barely breathing
You know you the reason
Just tryna breakeven
You must be used to me spending

Look now my rent money due
I spent everything fuckin' with you, oh
They say you win some, you win some you lose
All I got is rent money due
Fucking with you

I just want back what I came with
Ain't no sense throwing no shade
Pointing a finger and blaming
Undo the rest, soon as we kiss (woo)
Wasn't no even exchange
You treat everyone like they are famous
Every girl like she's the main chick, amazing

I spent everything on ya
Spent my energy on ya
Put that loyalty on ya
I ain't got nothing left
I'm in over my head (woo)
Now I'm barely breathing
You know you the reason
Just tryna breakeven
You must be used to me spending

Look now my rent money due
I spent everything fuckin' with you, oh
They say you win some, you win some you lose
All I got is rent money due
Fucking with you

Goddamn, the rent money due
Tanqueray, spilling Gin and juice, feeling like I'm Snoop
Phone out, she recording just so she can get the proof
It was all good when we was in the mood but I scratched that (woo)
Nothing on me regular, Louis Vuitton backpack
Chains on, she ain't got her own, she gotta match that
Focused on the future, I don't backtrack
That rent money due, I take credit, cash, debit, even CashApp
Fifty-three spendin' hundreds, we stash that
It's hard to trust them, I'm one to stab that
Now I'm just looking past that
I hope you got your own, no more asking me where your cab at
Ask me what I'm mad at, smoke it then I pass that

What more do you want from me? (Want from me)
You can't help my sanity (no, no)
I gave you my best
There ain't nothing left
This can't be reality
I'm picking up the pieces of the puzzle (ohh)
Here all by myself, yeah
I can't even wish you well

Look now my rent money due
I spent everything fuckin' with you, oh
They say you win some, you win some you lose (woo)
All I got is rent money due
Fucking with you

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