Rent Free Lyrics

Ok, I want the new 'Rari in red

Like the same color of my louboutins

You cannot make money if you scared

If you can't face that lil fact I don't know what to tell you

I want the finer things

Please stop worrying bout me and go get you some bread

You really idolize me

I'm living sweet, rent free, all up in ya head

Look at my fit, styling

You lost ya lil bih, wilding

Look at my wrist, Shining

You frowning, I'm over here smiling

I stand on my own two feet

You worried bout me

Lil nigga yo ship bout to sink

I'm walking all over these beats

Crowds love to see me

They don't like to see you cause your shit really stink

I already know I'm the man, If you saying it's false then I know that you hating

I really don't care about what you be saying

If you hate me lil bitch, then start blocking then

See me and the gang we going up

We'll stash a milli, then get another one

Knock a tape out the park, like a home run

Then repeat the whole shit like it ain't nun

Ok, I want the new 'Rari in red

Like the same color of my louboutins

You cannot make money if you scared

If you can't face that lil fact I don't know what to tell you

I want the finer things

Please stop worrying bout me and go get you some bread

You really idolize me

I'm living sweet, rent free, all up in ya head

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Kay

I want that 'Rari in red, like the same color of my louboutins

And this nigga worried bout me

Why is they worried bout me

Why is they worried bout me

Why is they worried bout me

Why is they

Why is they worried bout me

Why is they worried bout me

Why is they worried bout me

Ok, I want the new 'Rari in red

Like the same color of my louboutins

You cannot make money if you scared

If you can't face that lil fact I don't know what to tell you

I want the finer things

Please stop worrying bout me and go get you some bread

You really idolize me

I'm living sweet, rent free, all up in ya head

I ain't got no time to compete

My time is the money

Lil nigga swole ya pride

You need to come talk to me

Here have a seat

My son of mine

The apple don't fall far from the tree

Word on street

Shit I don't know this time

This one ain't nothing like me

He tryna be me

Like he is some kind of mime

I feel like a wrestler, defending my title

I am most televised, American idol

I feel like Chip Skylark, running from these psychos

They follow my footsteps, They riding my Tidal

Like RVD, I'm the whole damn show

Like STD's, Their nasty hoes

I live rent free, don't pay no mo

Ok, I want the new 'Rari in red

Like the same color of my louboutins

You cannot make money if you scared

If you can't face that lil fact I don't know what to tell you

I want the finer things

Please stop worrying bout me and go get you some bread

You really idolize me

I'm living sweet, rent free, all up in ya head

(I'm living rent free in they head)

(They should get money instead)

(I'm living rent free in they head)

(They should get money instead)