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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mary J. Blige
Mary J. Blige
Vocals
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mary J. Blige
Mary J. Blige
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Dernst Emile II
Dernst Emile II
Songwriter
Daron Jones
Daron Jones
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
Shawn Butler
Shawn Butler
Songwriter
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Robert Sylvester Kelly
Robert Sylvester Kelly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Kimmel
Ian Kimmel
Additional Engineer
Pat Kelly
Pat Kelly
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Bryce Bordone
Mixing Engineer
Akeel Henry
Akeel Henry
Recording Engineer
D'Mile
D'Mile
Producer

Lyrics

This isn't love, this is roulette I just want back what I put into this And then I'll keep movin' All of my chips on the table 'Cause I never got what I came for Not leaving till I am stable I spent everything on ya Spent my energy on ya Put that loyalty on ya I ain't got nothing left I'm in over my head Now I'm barely breathing You know you the reason Just tryna break even You must be used to me spending Look now my rent money due I spent everything messin' with you, oh They say you win some, you win some, you lose All I got is rent money due Messin' with you I just want back what I came with Ain't no sense throwing no shade Pointing a finger in blame I knew the risk Soon as we kissed Wasn't no even exchange You treat everyone like they are famous Every girl like she's the main chick, amazing I spent everything on ya Spent my energy on ya Put that loyalty on ya I ain't got nothing left I'm in over my head Now I'm barely breathing You know you the reason Just tryna break even You must be used to me spending Look now my rent money due I spent everything messin' with you, oh They say you win some, you win some, you lose All I got is rent money due Messin' with you Goddamn the rent money due Tanqueray, spilling gin and juice feeling like I'm Snoop phone out She recording just so she can get the proof It was all good when we was in the mood But I scratched that nothing on me regular Louis Vuitton backpack Shanks on she ain't got her own she gotta match that Focused on the future, I don't backtrack That rent money due I take credit, cash, debit, even CashApp Fifties, we spendin' hundreds, we stash that It's hard to trust them, I wanted to stab that Now I'm just looking past that I hope you got your own No more asking me where your cab at Asking me what I'm mad at Smoking and then I pass that What more do you want from me? (Want from me) You can't help my sanity (no, no) I gave you my best There ain't nothing left This can't be reality I'm picking up the pieces of the puzzle Here all by myself, yeah I can't even wish you well Look now my rent money due I spent everything messin' with you, oh They say you win some, you win some, you lose All I got is rent money due Messin' with you
Writer(s): Robert S. Kelly, Mary J. Blige, Christopher Wallace, Dernst Emile Ii, Daron Tavaris Jones, Shawn Butler, David Brewster, Sean Combs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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