Pay Tha Rent (Single) lyrics

by

Juvenile


Feat. Jeezy & Yo Gotti

[Hook: Young Jeezy]
You love that hood that you represent
You bout that working and all that money spent
A n*gga owe you every cent
My n*ggas hustle hard just to pay the rent
My n*ggas busting just to pay the rent
Cause b*tches nothing we need or set
We reunite n*gga when we spend
My n*ggas hustle hard just to pay the rent

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
NO's my birthplace, thug water my T-shirt
I'm uptown in these hot blocks where there feens walk then this feet heard
It's DJ on rebirth, fat boys on stakeout
No hard heels just chuck taylors
In case I might break up
Right now is drought season
Watch how it's gonna play out
Last night two teenagers got killed up in Jose house
Feel like there's no way out
Guess I gotta just stay down
Play ball and sell dope
Project's my playground
D bought a new condo
He ain't even sleep in his bed yet
Cause this girl all in his D talking 'bout bill he ain't even pay yet
Thought how to be cool with it
Real n*ggas ain't bad at it
These motherf*ckers who owe me
Chopping off their head now
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I go back like dro bags
n*gga Michael Jordan n*gga 96
Streets dry, I came through
Lebron james Game 6
Drive lane right behind the back
Two cars back on my main drive
They Pulling on they find the bricks
Ain't Worried Bout It cause my mane lie
On Two A pack too fly
Selling in the street no B by
Why they call it white president
n*ggas all I see is this green god
n*gga I ain't going to my mama house
Try being my mama mouth
Your trap boomin you ain't rit up
You don't need last for half hour
Tap for they owe me
DEA they want me
Still serve the whole hood out the town
Theat the prices like my compound
Bag landed me the touchdown
They was going for the touchdown
n*gga cask up before they touched down
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
It's summer town my airport, my house light 400 degrees
Money long my bills high so still flippin money in these streets
Juvenile, I've been wild, big pistols, coke piles
Old Chevy, big wheels
Tight motor, gun loud
Don't know hard
You a b*tch n*gga
Ten bricks you a rich n*gga
Part time i rap n*gga
Now out of town i hits n*ggas
Can't shake my problems
Low key I'll be robbin'
Weapon of choice that .38
Cause I fell in love in revolvers
I ain't leaving no shells
I ain't going no jail
I ain't leaving no witness n*gga
Everybody go to hell
Everybody had a struggle
Everybody had a hustle
This everybody who you're f*cking with
n*gga why the f*ck you coughing?
Is you feel word?
Ain't nothing word
Made a living out birds
Yeah n*gga that's on my word
I'm from retracing palmer
That sh*t go hard like the Cali-o
Used to dream bout a million
But I woke up and count it though
[Hook]
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