Yeah This is goin out to all those muthafuckas That like to use the word 'gangster' Although I am the O.G. I'm representin that hustlin game To the end, nigga I'm tryin to make the loot loop
[ VERSE 1 ] I ain't no muthafuckin gangsta, wish you'd quit callin me that Although I still pack straps I roll in Benzes and Lacs Best believe the gats in my promo shots ain't props I hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at cops (Yo, how ya livin?) On the mellow, coolin with my fellow Hustlers, players, super bitch-layers Mackaronies on the true d-l - hell, most Fuckin with my niggas you could end up ghost I made a million, got my shit out pawned Bailed out the homies, now the shit's back on Moved out the ghetto, cause I hate it But I roll through your fuckin hood and regulate it Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the .45th smoke Before I let my baby boy go under, no wonder I'm addicted to the cash flow, stacks of green Flashback, I'm nudgin weights down a triple beam I'ma make the loot loop
[ CHORUS ] As fast as I spend it I'm tryin to get back in it I make the loot loop It's cop and blow Nigga, that's all I know I make the loot loop As fast as I spend it I'm tryin to get back in it I make my loot loop Nigga I'm tryin to make my bank roll bigger
[ VERSE 2 ] I must admit, I got a lust for loot, quick to shoot Ostrich, fruits and Austin Martin coupes Fill my dreams with cream, I got wet sheets I'm bustin nuts over currency, kid, fuck freaks We be the niggas in the back of the club with the Mo |
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