GIMMIE DA LOOT

My nigga my brother Got yo back through the worst of the struggle Got yo back through the duck and the cover Got a plate for that ache in yo stomach Got a couch for yo back if you want it Got a bitch if you needed a moment Got a dollar we split that and run it Got a hustle I put you up on it Niggas beefing show me my opponent If you riding I’m riding and gunning Disrespect no we do not condone it We don’t f*ck with no rats or no rodents Keep it trill with them words when they spoken And it’s death when that slogan is broken We been rocking since turtle pajamas Man my mama yo mama yo mama my mama F*ck all that drama let’s get on this money Bitches ain’t shit and these niggas is funny I got a plan that’ll make us some hunnads Let’s hit the road nigga gas up the Honda This rap shit is open we got the persona Slanging that merch like we work on the corner Flipping them packs and we breaking the quota Killing the game put that bitch in a coma Thinking and plotting my focus intense F*ck all that talkin it’s time to get rich If you with it my nigga let’s hit us a lick Everything that we make everything that we split Nothing between us no money or bitch That’s just the rules that we cannot forget F*ck all that talkin it’s time to get rich If you with it my nigga let’s hit us a lick Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot My nigga my brother We done made it up outta the struggle Got our face on them magazine covers Eating good and the caddy is custom Run the city and bitches they love us Coulda had anything that we wanted But you chasing that fame and a woman But that bitch been a freak on the corner And she all up on me I don’t want her She been begging and pleading I boner You gone wife her and don’t even know her We was supposed to come up and go over Lately you losing yo focus What kinda dope you been smokin Homie I swear you been trippin Hanging wit fraudulent niggas Wasting yo money and missing Shows and them studio sessions But f*ck it I still been splitting Money right down through the middle Wit my brother my dawg my nigga My rider my roller RZA My brother my dawg my nigga My rider my roller RZA I’m noticing things been different We don’t kick it the way that we kick it You ain’t really been round in a minute I been watching and keeping my distance Cause I’m hearing you plottin on killing Me bout some dollars and women Wake up and walk in the kitchen Hit the lights and it’s fingers on triggers Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot Gimmie the loot