Rent Due lyrics

[Intro]
Hey man, you already know
I'ma demonstrate my philosophies
And I'ma tell you something, man
It's your boy Lil B
I'm the ultimate b*tch, man
Pretty boy ultimate
You know what I'm sayin'
We do this, man
Pretty boy music
Lil B, man
Check it out

[Hook x2]
Is you gonna f*ck when the rent due
Buy a lot of pus*y, that's what tricks do
b*tch I might trick you
I ain't gave a f*ck what a b*tch do

[Verse 1]
b*tch mob, gold house
Young n*gga gettin' rent
Everyday *blank* bricks
All day, same sh*t
b*tch what the f*ckin' sh*t (Figaro!)
Got a lil money now (Figaro!)
But I'm on that same sh*t
Playin'with that same sh*t
But we cool but nah we ain't b*tch
Still on that same
You still up on that fake sh*t
Still tryna set that motherf*cker with that old b*tch
Yeah I rep that b*tch mob
Yeah you don't know the b*tch
Yeah I know Lil B, yeah I seen Lil B
Them fake n*ggas killin' me
Yeah I make history
Never been mad so I smile for the history
Suckers can't get to me
Put 'em out their misery
Flexin' 10 b*tches and I look like Mr. T
Right here f*ck with BasedGod, that's Lil B
I think I know Lil B
Is that really Lil B? (Figaro!)
I think I know BasedGod
But nah, I know Lil B
[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
Still flexin' rainchecks
b*tch call me landlord
I'm still flexin' yoppas (Figaro!)
Still got b*tches (Figaro!)
I'm still gettin' younger
Still do a number
Flexin' 30 b*tches, you could call me a plumber
I might fix your house b*tch
I might serve numbers
Might flex b*tches, I might do numbers
Everybody know I f*ck b*tches in the summer
Flexin' handbags and I drive baby Hummer
f*ckin' with that mack b*tch
You gonna see that thunder
Shout out to West Oakland
Shout out the highrise
McDonald's on the other side
Pistol up in the hallways
There's dope up in those hallways
I'm mad posted all day (Figaro!)
Flexin' Teddy Grahams you can call me parlay
Knock a b*tch out, I don't give a f*ck what y'all say
Flexin' Teddy Grahams you can call me parlay (Figaro!)
I knock a b*tch, I can give a f*ck whay y'all say
[Hook x2]

[Outro]
Ultimate b*tch, you feel me
Like I said, man
Pretty boy
I started it, I made it
You feel me
Like I said, we do this
Ultimate b*tch, baby
It's all teamwork
But like I said, man it's me-work n*gga
Lil B, b*tch. Hey, man. Me-work
Hey remember that, hey gangsta n*gga
Hey man, we really do it
Ultimate b*tch mixtape, man
Lil B, man
You know these n*ggas be stealing
And all that other sh*t
Man, these n*ggas tryna be cool
You know what I'm sayin'
Never came out the gates like a fag though
Like one of these booty boys
I ain't never been like that
Know what I'm sayin' but you know
These suckers gonna see what it do