The Loot Lyrics
Send The Loot Ringtone to your Cell
Yeah, we got my nigga Short Dog in the motherf**king house
Telling y'all niggas about that loot
Cause you don't know nothing about that, you know?
Do it to 'em
I used to be a broke-a*s nigga from the Oaktown
Remember Too Short? Bitch I ain't broke now
I sold 6 million albums since I got my start
I be all up and down them Billboard charts
That shit is easy, f**king with the Dangerous Crew
And kick back while I tell you about making the loot
Get in where you fit if you making it fast
Cause a real motherf**k might check your a*s
Take all your loot, kick down your door
The word got around you's a bitch-a*s hoe
Hanging with these same a*s niggas that owe you cash
That won't pay your a*s
Them niggas just owe you for life
Be all in your face every day and night
If you'd have broke their a*s off years ago
For f**king off all them counts of dough
You wouldn't be a broke-a*s nigga today
(I'm a get that shit back) Well I'd figure you'd say that
Cause you go way back, rewind and play it back
You just a fat f**king needle in the haystack
They should've just named you jack
Cause you ain't never gonna get that back
So reminice on the things you had
Cause you having money was just a fad
That's right (Bitch)
Either roll thick, or s*ck a fat d**k (Gotta get my loot)
And niggas can't f**k with that (Gotta get my loot)
You working every day and can't never gat ahead in life
Stop punking out running cause you're scared to fight
You hang with nine broke niggas, you know the rest
Kiss a fake nigga a*s and give a hoe respect
Lying all the time about your cash flow
And talking about shit that you think you know
Well motherf**ker if you only knew
You made the next nigga rich while he stole your loot
You've been hoeing so long I bet you feel like a bitch
Why can't niggas like you get rich?
Cause you gotta be a hustler, can't be a buster
You ever get a ho, nigga, please don't trust her
Used to be rapping, now you slanging dope
Stressing so hard you want to hang your hope
Dreamed of owning a house, maybe two or three cars
Come up like a motherf**king movie star
But the shit ain't happened yet
And I'm an old-school rappin' vet
You trying to get your loot, I say you ain't some
Niggas get their cash, and some can't
Short Dog on the mic, watch me gank this bitch
All that shit you doing, boy you can't get rich
But don't give up, just stop faking the shit
Get off your a*s and start making it, biiiitch
That's right (Bitch)
Either roll thick, or s*ck a fat d**k (Gotta get my loot)
And niggas can't f**k with that, you know? (Gotta get my loot)