Lyrics Rent Money (feat. Rocky Rivera) - Bambu feat. Rocky Rivera

I could fight ling kung lee with my old ass,
Puttin bullets in my own ain′t why i tote klacks
That's for infiltrators tryna see me put down,
Mad cuz they can′t get in the club, look at me know
Out in Daygo in the southeast lampin out,
Dark skinned southeast asian girls with their hair down
Holdin back their big brothers in the lot scrappin,
We from war torn third-world countries, what's happenin?
I could show you what it means to be in poverty,
Where half a slice of bread is worth a strong arm robbery
Rubber slippers f**k the jordans on your feet,
Smack a politician sample the slap into a beat
If it ain't bout us tryna eat, might as well not even speak,
Lotta sh*t i don′t like, so i chief keef
Fuck the chief of police, insert whatever city,
Mountain Brother with a platoon of guerillas ridin with me

My comrades don′t fold, pop shit, get cold
When it come to politicking all the homies need to know is
Get money, rent money
Get money, food money
Get money, school money
Stop taking sh*t from me

(Rocky Rivera)
I can scrap like rhonda rousey with my short ass
Armbar in the first round, know that
These little birds wanna chirp non-stop,
But when they come around you could hear a pin drop
Self-made prodigy, underground armories
One woman army, ain't no politician stopping me
Mad stripes like i′m blues clues
And all my bad girls, hit em with that voodoo
Want your country back? it don't belong to you
And tell your god to go f**k himself cuz i′m on to you
I'm a heathen who′s lucky i'm even breathing
Believe in what you believe in but moneys never the reason
But if the money comes who am i to say no
I been struggling for years on that pay roll
So all my soldiers get bucked when i say so
Stick em for the yen, roopies, and they pesos

(Bambu)
My comrades don't fold, pop shit, get cold
When it come to politicking all the homies need to know is
Get money, rent money
Get money, food money
Get money, school money
Stop taking sh*t from me