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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
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