Gimme the loot, Gimme the loot
For the glory of flexin these young n***as they shoot,Lord x3
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot uh gimme the loot
Product of my environment
Where you only trusting the things you get your iron with
My n***as carry these 9 nines
But that's for each one of you p**y n***as 9 lives
Never fold never fold
Was the memo
Got yo b**h in crescendo
I'm just tryna see ten fold
Before a n***a eyes close
I'd go to any length for them c-notes
All that Robert de Nero
They'll never call me a zero
I'm just tryna get my rocks off
Topped off
Tell them hoes take them drawers off before I fall off
Cause I'm from the city a crooks
We just tryna reach the castle
But we all got our ha**les
I ain't even flip my ta**le
My mama said get a job
But mama I got these dreams
But she'll never see the vision until see that green
sh**
But f** it we never trippin though
Tryna get these decimals
n***as flip like reciprocals
Tryna uphold a image
But my parents feel like it's minimal
But they never get the point
So I'm just chillin with this pinnacle
Till a n***a get brave
One day I'm gonna get paid
I knew I was the man since the f**ing 5th grade
Look in my eyes
I bet you see your demise
And in your absence
My presence has been a present
Eric sermon till you
Vermin n***as get the message
Immaculate taste up In this place
Young n***a tuck yo necklace
These n***as reckless
They checkin for the respect
They at yo neck
As I digress
John Lennon
In foreign linen
Goddamn theses n***as pressed
I'm just tryna become the subject
They told me shoot for the stars so at yo neck I'm never bussin
I'm never bussin like
Westside n***as ain't nothing to f** with
Immaculate taste ain't nothing to f** with
Cloud vision n***as ain't nothing to f** with
This that who at your front door n***a grab yo gun sh**
Back to the topic
Well I actually forgot it
Money cars clothes and hoes
All my favorite vices
But it life's
When these n***as hand you lemons
We never tripping
We just drop it in the lean
And say f** it and keep sippin
I'm tryna get it..
This 9 to 5 won't do
Young n***a with no clue
By any means necessary dodging them boys in blue, whew!
Lord
Just tell me I ain't wrong
Dreams of makin money meetin honeys off these songs
Cause a milli was the goal/
I'm plottin up on a rolly contemplate selling my soul
Cause it's harder to get ahead then to get some head
And it easier to reach the Feds then to get a medic
Play it cool my n***a just keep it copastetic
Cause you dealing with a mastermind
Mindful of the masters time
Watch me do it in half time
f** my brothers and my sisters
It's only me and my n***as
Remember the things said to me
My family think the less of me
But I got the recipe
To make these n***a rest in peace
So it's a k**ing..
All these Women and children
Till we just see these millions
That's word to my n***a smooth
Cause it's like that
Fam got my back
But got me thinking were the knife at
Going full throttle
Like damn Where is ya life at
I got something something to prove motherf**er
You got something to lose motherf**er
I'm that rose that still grew motherf**er
So I'mma always stay bussin'
f**ing the world raw no stoping
These kids from coming..
And you know my n***as they love it, I know!
For the n***as who said I wouldn't make it
Now I'm dumpin out the roof doodoodoo
You turned me cold
Now bless yo soul n***a
Immaculate taste n***as now put yo dubs up
Cloud vision n***as please put your dubs up
Now if you from the Westside put yo dubs up
The b**hes see I'm destined so they seem to love us
Like Westside n***as ain't nothing to f** with
Cloud vision n***as ain't nothing to f** with
This that who at you front door n***a grab your gun sh**
Yo, that n***a grab your gun sh**
You n***as run quick