Yeah, this is goin' out to all those muthafuckas That like to use the word 'gangster' Although I am the O.G. I'm representin' that hustlin' game To the end, nigga, I'm tryin' to make the loot loop I ain't no muthafuckin' gangsta, wish you'd quit callin' me that Although I still pack straps, I roll in Benzes and Lacs Best believe the gats in my promo shots ain't props I hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at cops On the mellow, coolin' with my fellow Hustlers, players, super bitch layers Mackaronies on the true D L hell, most Fuckin' with my niggas, you could end up ghost I made a million, got my shit out pawned Bailed out the homies, now the shit's back on Moved out the ghetto, 'cause I hate it But I roll through your fuckin' hood and regulate it 'Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the 45th smoke Before I let my baby boy go under, no wonder I'm addicted to the cash flow, stacks of green Flashback, I'm nudgin' weights down a triple beam I'ma make the loot loop As fast as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get back in it I make the loot loop It's cop and blow, nigga, that's all I know I make the loot loop As fast as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get back in it I make my loot loop Nigga, I'm tryin' to make my bank roll bigger I must admit, I got a lust for loot, quick to shoot Ostrich, fruits and Austin Martin coupes Fill my dreams with cream, I got wet sheets I'm bustin' nuts over currency, kid, fuck freaks We be the niggas in the back of the club with the Moet Bitches, shrimps, mackin' like pimps Wearin' fly shit you never seen before I turn a angel to a whore, now, need I say more? My perm got bounce, fuck a forty ounce I'm sippin' Cristal, pal and represent I shall to the end of the game And just not over these beats but on the four-wheel streets I make the loot loop As fast as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get back in it I make the loot loop It's cop and blow, nigga, that's all I know I make the loot loop As fast as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get back in it I make my loot loop Nigga, I'm tryin' to make my bank roll bigger Say what you will, I'm the fool on the hill With the pool, jacuzzi, laser-beam Uzi Niggas in LA know, the Ice don't play I'm just a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlay I rock a million with the jewels on the paw 'Cause my niggas ain't the big ones, just big guns Pushin' the limits of this game till I gets my piece I put my true queen Darlene in a white Corniece So stay broke if you wanna, hang out on your corner Step back from the curb when we roll up on ya Twenty black cars all tinted, we meant it Syndicate forever, posse of the clever Rubber bands strap the fat green knots We're strictly hustlers, not gangsters But we still lick shots for the goal Peace, I'm out like Nicole Nigga, the bank's gettin' bigger Yeah, I'm makin' the loot loop Straight player for life © RHYME SYNDICATE MUSIC; POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com