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consignment - 38 spesh lyrics

[intro]
the f*ck, snitch ass n*gga ain’t answering my motherf*ckin’ calls, man. my money already looking funny. sh*t, i knew i shouldn’t have gave this dumb ass n*gga no motherf*ckin’ work, man
uh, uh, yo, uh

[verse 1]
now i’ve been serving this n*gga for six months
tell the truth, he ain’t been short on my sh*t once
but i ain’t heard from this n*gga in six weeks
hope he don’t think sh*t’s sweet
i tried to give him the benefit of the doubt
but then i got strapped and made a visit to his house
now his b*tch saying she ain’t heard from him
he ain’t called in over a month, the nerve of him
sh*t, but now i’m thinking, “is this b*tch lying?”
so i pulled out a strap, hit her with the iron, smack
“b*tch, you better tell me the truth
i know he ain’t disappear and didn’t pay me my loot, right?”
and then the b*tch starts screaming
“special, i ain’t seen him, please please believe me”
i told the b*tch, “you ain’t got to cry
you ain’t gon’ die, just tell him i stopped by”
[chorus]
my money looking funny, and i’m down to my last
to top it all off n*ggas playing with my cash
consignment is a dirty game, n*gga, do the math
consignment is a dirty game, n*gga, do the math, uh
don’t give him no work if he don’t got the cash
f*ck how much money he made for you in the past (right)
consignment is a dirty game, n*gga, do the math (uh)
consignment is a dirty game, n*gga, do the math

[verse 2]
now when i first met the n*gga, he was getting hash
then he start tricking, f*cking up his cash
he went down to quarters, quarters didn’t last
now the n*gga broke, he getting four and a half
he copped four and a half, but i gave him nine
i ain’t rushing for the money, sh*t, i gave him time
now he acting like he ain’t trying to pay me mine
sh*t, i’ma get him, yup, i’ma get him
i seen his car parked at the local hotel
i ran in that b*tch high ready to throw sh*lls
the b*tch that worked at the desk, sh*t, i know well
“what room he in?”, she said, “412”
uh, so i went to the n*gga door
he opened it, then i told him, “get down on the floor
n*gga, i gave you the raw, where the f*ck is my cash?”
and that’s when he pulled out his badge, they on my ass, n*gga
[chorus]
my money looking funny, and i’m down to my last
to top it all off n*ggas playing with my cash
consignment is a dirty game, n*gga, do the math
consignment is a dirty game, n*gga, do the math

- 38 spesh lyrics

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