[INTRO — HAUNTED ORGAN / NO DRUMS]
Fuck rent.
Nah—FUCK THE WHOLE MOTHERFUCKING SYSTEM.
Money ain’t supposed to hit my hands already sentenced to prison.
Thirty days grinding just to watch that shit disappear?
FUCK THAT.
My money got one destination—STAY THE FUCK HERE.
[808 EXPLOSION — MOB CHANT]
Fuck rent! Fuck rent! MOTHERFUCK THE RENT!
Fuck rent! Fuck rent! MOTHERFUCK THE RENT!
[VERSE — EARTHQUAKE 808]
Late fee? EAT A DICK.
Due date? GET OFF MY DICK.
Money touch my account—THAT BITCH BETTER MULTIPLY QUICK.
One fuck two. Two fuck four. Four fuck eight.
Eight fucked sixteen—sixteen fucked thirty-two—NOW THE BANK CAN’T COMPUTE.
Money multiplying at a mathematically disrespectful rate.
I don’t wait on money—MONEY WAIT OUTSIDE MY FUCKING GATE.
[HOOK — HUGE BRASS / MOB]
FUCK RENT! FUCK RENT! MOTHERFUCK THE RENT!
Money left Monday—TUESDAY THAT BITCH BACK WITH TWINS.
Sent one dollar out alone—THAT MOTHERFUCKER CAME BACK WITH FRIENDS.
Friends brought cousins. Cousins brought business. Business brought millions. Millions brought interest.
[BEAT CUT]
Bank called asking—“WHERE WE PUT ALL THIS SHIT?”
[808 SLAM]
I said—BUY THE FUCKING BUILDING THEN PUT ANOTHER BANK IN IT.
FUCK RENT! FUCK RENT! MOTHERFUCK THE RENT!
[VERSE — SAVAGE DRUMS]
I don’t make ends meet—I MAKE BOTH ENDS WORK FOR ME.
Money ain’t my boss—THAT MOTHERFUCKER CLOCK IN FOR ME.
Cash got cash. Racks got racks.
Assets got assets buying MORE FUCKING ASSETS.
My money got money. That money got money.
That money started making money WITHOUT EVEN FUCKING TELLING ME.
Financial fornication. Currency penetration.
Every dollar fucking dollars—CAPITAL REPOPULATION.
Bank account pregnant. Balance having contractions.
Every time that bitch push—ANOTHER FUCKING TRANSACTION.
Fuck saving crumbs—I’M BUYING THE BAKERY.
Bought the wheat. Bought the field. Bought the fucking company making the machinery.
Fuck one income—MY INCOME GOT EMPLOYEES.
My employees got employees—NOW MY MONEY MANAGING ME.
[DRUMS CUT — CALL & RESPONSE]
I tell wealth—COME.
[MOB: COME!]
That bitch RUN.
I say—STAY.
[MOB: STAY!]
That bitch SIT.
I say—MULTIPLY.
[MOB: MULTIPLY!]
That bitch ask—“HOW BIG?”
[EARTHQUAKE 808 DROP]
BIG ENOUGH TO MAKE THE FUCKING CALCULATOR QUIT.
[HOOK — GOSPEL WAILS / EVIL BRASS]
I AM THE BLESSING! I AM THE EVIDENCE!
I don’t predict the future—MY MOUTH GIVE THAT BITCH INSTRUCTIONS.
I don’t say, “I’m getting rich.”
RICH ALREADY GOT MY ADDRESS.
Before I finish speaking—DIRECT DEPOSIT SAY: “MESSAGE ACCEPTED.”
Price don’t intimidate me. PRICE NEED COURAGE TO FACE ME.
Price tag saw me reach—STARTED DISCOUNTING ITSELF AUTOMATICALLY.
Commas fucking commas. Zeroes breeding zeroes.
Bank balance got so many digits—THAT BITCH NEED SUBTITLES.
[PHONE BREAK — NO BASS]
Money call—ANSWER THAT BITCH!
Bills call—WHO GAVE YOU MY NUMBER?
Rent call—BLOCKED.
Fear call—BLOCKED.
Doubt call—BLOCKED.
Poverty FaceTime? BITCH, WRONG MOTHERFUCKER.
[HATS BUILD]
Airplane mode. Broke can’t board.
Fear got TSA’d. Doubt got deported.
Lack tr