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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mary J. Blige
Vocals
Dave East
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mary J. Blige
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Dernst Emile II
Songwriter
Daron Jones
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Songwriter
Shawn Butler
Songwriter
David Brewster
Songwriter
Robert Sylvester Kelly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Kimmel
Additional Engineer
Pat Kelly
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Mixing Engineer
Akeel Henry
Recording Engineer
D'Mile
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This isn't love, this is foolish
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
[PreChorus]
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
[Chorus]
Look now, my rent money due
I spent everything fuckin' with you, oh
They say you win some, you win some, you lose
All I got is rent money due
Fucking with you
[Verse 2]
I just want back what I came with
Ain't no sense throwing no shade
Pointing a finger and blaming
Undo the rest
Soon as we kiss
Wasn't no even exchange
You treat everyone like they are famous
Every girl like she's the main chick, amazing
[PreChorus]
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
[Chorus]
Look now, my rent money due
I spent everything fuckin' with you, oh
They say you win some, you win some, you lose
All I got is rent money due
Fucking with you
[Verse 3]
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
Fifty-three spendin' hundreds, we stash that
It's hard to trust them, I'm one 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
Smoke it and then I pass that
[Bridge]
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
[Chorus]
Look now, my rent money due
I spent everything fuckin' with you, oh
They say you win some, you win some, you lose
All I got is rent money due
Fucking with you
Written by: Christopher Wallace, Daron Jones, Dave East, Dernst Emile II, Mary J. Blige, Robert Kelly, Sean Combs, Shawn Butler