Jarren Benton - Gimme The Loot lyrics

rate me

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Loot, loot, loot, loot

Que pasa amigo?

I'm back in this bitch

If the head game is right and that pussy feel good

Throw a rack at that bitch

Walked in the club with a scrap in that bitch

Niggas, they shoot like Iraq in that bitch

I peel off in that thunderbird up in Johannesburg

On a giraffe with this African bitch

Came from the bottom, my grandmamma house

I'm funeral fresh, get the cameras out

99 bottles of beer on the floor

We went wildin' out, hoe, just like animal house

Eating up rappers, the cannibals out

Bust off in your bitch while she laying on your couch

I get head in the whip while she driving that bitch

She caressing my dick and my hands in her blouse

You think they you're homies, they sexing the end

My home boy just died, motherfuck a new friend

One day you hear and the next day you gone

We still mourning my nigga so fuck your new Benz

I'm drinking again trying to mask all the pain

My high coming down, I’mm crash, go insane

Party for now, get the money, my nigga

‘Cause one day they might come and bash in your brains

We up in this bitch

Just got paid

Got this drank in my cup

Nigga just got straight

We been on it all night

I don't know about you

I wanna be out this shit

Bitch, you better have my loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Loot, loot, loot, loot

85 nigga, till the day I’m in a pine box

This mary juana make a nigga’s mind stop

Eyes redder than a Cyclops, might throw a bitch ass nigga out of sky box

Three strikes on my high tops

You ain’t got no fucking Jarren in your iPod?

Becky, my God, I bet you won’t lick a pussy while I watch

So high it’s like I’m sitting over Jupiter

Getting money, they all think I worship Lucifer

…you ain’t moving us

Your favorite rapper just a fairytale, a nigga mad

‘Cause I know his girlfriend very well

She let me fuck her on the Ferris wheel

Hit South Beach…yeah, I never paid for the hair and nails

Vodka got the room spinning like a carousel

I’m harder than…

Nigga still going crazy, thank God for rap money

We up in this bitch

Just got paid

Got this drank in my cup

Nigga just got straight

We been on it all night

I don't know about you

I wanna be out this shit

Bitch, you better have my loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Gimmie the loot

Loot, loot, loot, loot