Ant Banks - The Loot lyrics

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Ant Banks - The Loot lyrics

(Ant Banks) Yeah, we got my n***a Short Dog in the motherf**ing house Telling y'all n***as 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-a** n***a from the Oaktown Remember Too $hort? b**h 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 sh** is easy, f**ing 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** might check your a** Take all your loot, kick down your door The word got around you's a b**h-a** hoe Hanging with these same a** n***as that owe you cash That won't pay your a** Them n***as just owe you for life Be all in your face every day and night If you'd have broke their a** off years ago For f**ing off all them counts of dough You wouldn't be a broke-a** n***a today (I'm a get that sh** back) Well I'd figure you'd say that Cause you go way back, rewind and play it back You just a fat f**ing 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 (b**h) Either roll thick, or s** a fat dick (Gotta get my loot) And n***as can't f** 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 n***as, you know the rest Kiss a fake n***a a** and give a hoe respect Lying all the time about your cash flow And talking about sh** that you think you know Well motherf**er if you only knew You made the next n***a rich while he stole your loot You've been hoeing so long I bet you feel like a b**h Why can't n***as like you get rich? Cause you gotta be a hustler, can't be a buster You ever get a ho, n***a, 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**ing movie star But the sh** ain't happened yet And I'm an old-school rappin' vet You trying to get your loot, I say you ain't some n***as get their cash, and some can't Short Dog on the mic, watch me gank this b**h All that sh** you doing, boy you can't get rich But don't give up, just stop faking the sh** Get off your a** and start making it, biiiitch! (Ant Banks) That's right (b**h) Either roll thick, or s** a fat dick (Gotta get my loot) And n***as can't f** with that, you know? (Gotta get my loot)