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The Loot (feat. Too $hort)

[Ant Banks]

Yeah, we got my nigga Short Dog in the motherfucking house

Telling why'all niggas about that loot

Cause you don't know nothing about that, you know?

Do it to 'em[Too $hort]

I used to be a broke-ass nigga from the Oaktown

Remember Too $hort? 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, fucking 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 motherfuck might check your ass

Take all your loot, kick down your door

The word got around you's a bitch-ass hoe

Hanging with these same ass niggas that owe you cash

That won't pay your ass

Them niggas just owe you for life

Be all in your face every day and night

If you'd have broke their ass off years ago

For fucking off all them counts of dough

You wouldn't be a broke-ass 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 fucking 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[Ant Banks]

That's right (Bitch)

Either roll thick, or suck a fat dick (Gotta get my loot)

And niggas can't fuck with that (Gotta get my loot)[Too $hort]

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 ass and give a hoe respect

Lying all the time about your cash flow

And talking about shit that you think you know

Well motherfucker 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 motherfucking 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 ass and start making it, biiiitch!

Songwriters

A. BANKS, T. SHAW, G. CLINTON JR., B. WORRELL, B. COLLINSPublished by

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