The Loot Lyrics - Singles - Ant Banks

Yeah, we got my nigga Short Dog in the motherfucking house 

Telling y'all niggas about that loot 

Cause you don't know nothing about that, you know? 

Do it to 'em 

I used to be a broke-ass nigga from the Oaktown 

Remember Too Short? Bitch 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 shit is easy, fucking 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 motherfuck might check your ass 

Take all your loot, kick down your door 

The word got around you's a bitch-ass hoe 

Hanging with these same ass niggas that owe you cash 

That won't pay your ass 

Them niggas just owe you for life 

Be all in your face every day and night 

If you'd have broke their ass off years ago 

For fucking off all them counts of dough 

You wouldn't be a broke-ass nigga today 

(I'm a get that shit back) Well I'd figure you'd say that 

Cause you go way back, rewind and play it back 

You just a fat fucking 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 

That's right (Bitch) 

Either roll thick, or suck a fat dick (Gotta get my loot) 

And niggas can't fuck with that (Gotta get my loot) 

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 niggas, you know the rest 

Kiss a fake nigga ass and give a hoe respect 

Lying all the time about your cash flow 

And talking about shit that you think you know 

Well motherfucker if you only knew 

You made the next nigga rich while he stole your loot 

You've been hoeing so long I bet you feel like a bitch 

Why can't niggas like you get rich? 

Cause you gotta be a hustler, can't be a buster 

You ever get a ho, nigga, 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 motherfucking movie star 

But the shit ain't happened yet 

And I'm an old-school rappin' vet 

You trying to get your loot, I say you ain't some 

Niggas get their cash, and some can't 

Short Dog on the mic, watch me gank this bitch 

All that shit you doing, boy you can't get rich 

But don't give up, just stop faking the shit 

Get off your ass and start making it, biiiitch