Make the Loot Loop Lyrics

Yeah, this is goin' out to all those muthaf**kas
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

I ain't no muthaf**kin' 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

On the mellow, coolin' with my fellow
Hustlers, players, super bitch layers
Mackaronies on the true D L hell, most
f**kin' 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 f**kin' 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

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

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, f**k freaks

We be the niggas in the back of the club with the Moet
Bitches, shrimps, mackin' like pimps
Wearin' fly shit you never seen before
I turn a angel to a whore, now, need I say more?

My perm got bounce, f**k a forty ounce
I'm sippin' Cristal, pal and represent I shall to the end of the game
And just not over these beats but on the four-wheel streets
I make the loot loop

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

Say what you will, I'm the fool on the hill
With the pool, jacuzzi, laser-beam Uzi
Niggas in LA know, the Ice don't play
I'm just a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlay

I rock a million with the jewels on the paw
'Cause my niggas ain't the big ones, just big guns
Pushin' the limits of this game till I gets my piece
I put my true queen Darlene in a white Corniece

So stay broke if you wanna, hang out on your corner
Step back from the curb when we roll up on ya
Twenty black cars all tinted, we meant it
Syndicate forever, posse of the clever

Rubber bands strap the fat green knots
We're strictly hustlers, not gangsters
But we still lick shots for the goal
Peace, I'm out like Nicole

Nigga, the bank's gettin' bigger
Yeah, I'm makin' the loot loop
Straight player for life