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ant banks - the loot lyrics

(ant banks)
yeah, we got my n-gg- short dog in the motherf-cking house
telling y’all n-gg-s 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–ss n-gg- from the oaktown
remember too $hort? b-tch i ain’t broke now
i sold 6 million alb-ms since i got my start
i be all up and down them billboard charts
that sh-t is easy, f-cking 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-ck might check your -ss
take all your loot, kick down your door
the word got around you’s a b-tch–ss hoe
hanging with these same -ss n-gg-s that owe you cash
that won’t pay your -ss
them n-gg-s just owe you for life
be all in your face every day and night
if you’d have broke their -ss off years ago
for f-cking off all them counts of dough
you wouldn’t be a broke–ss n-gg- today
(i’m a get that sh-t back) well i’d figure you’d say that
cause you go way back, rewind and play it back
you just a fat f-cking 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-tch)
either roll thick, or suck a fat d-ck (gotta get my loot)
and n-gg-s can’t f-ck 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-gg-s, you know the rest
kiss a fake n-gg- -ss and give a hoe respect
lying all the time about your cash flow
and talking about sh-t that you think you know
well motherf-cker if you only knew
you made the next n-gg- rich while he stole your loot
you’ve been hoeing so long i bet you feel like a b-tch
why can’t n-gg-s like you get rich?
cause you gotta be a hustler, can’t be a buster
you ever get a ho, n-gg-, 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-cking movie star
but the sh-t 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-gg-s get their cash, and some can’t
short dog on the mic, watch me gank this b-tch
all that sh-t you doing, boy you can’t get rich
but don’t give up, just stop faking the sh-t
get off your -ss and start making it, biiiitch!

(ant banks)
that’s right (b-tch)
either roll thick, or suck a fat d-ck (gotta get my loot)
and n-gg-s can’t f-ck with that, you know? (gotta get my loot)

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