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Gimme the loot Gimme the loot If you keep talking Imma give you the boot Look, everybody wanna talk like it’s only one thing they wanna care about I hear them talk about money as if were hot but they finally aired it out Swear that the way that you pushing the rhetoric pretty soon y’all gonna wear it out I do not care ‘bout a bill in your pocket so get me the speaker and hear me out I might walk into your bank Give ‘em your name for some clarity Then I’ll unload all the cash and give it to anyone needing a charity That’s why you all should be scared of me ‘Cause I don’t need money to spoil it I take like all of your checks and flush all that money down your diamond toilet yeah I don’t want all these payments So I might shut down Las Vegas I am not one for the statements But I couldn’t wait on your lateness I couldn’t wait on your stupid obsession with money that most people need I couldn’t wait while you’re in these Ferraris and all of these families bleed Swear that the one thing I need Is people to drop all the egos Cause when you’re selfish in this world It turns to a weapon that’s lethal All that we need is some love Letras de cancionesAnd homie that’s word to The Beatles All of this popped in my head In Charles Square at the Legal Gimme the loot Gimme the loot If you keep talking Imma give you the boot So gimme the loot (gimme the loot) Gimme the loot (gimme the loot) If you keep talking Imma give you the boot Aye, money don’t make you a man (don't make you a man) And money cannot buy you happiness It don’t make you better than (you better than) Anyone else now imagine this If we all live with no cash, division by class I think we’d all be the happiest Everyone smiling and laughs Nobody mad, nobody care who the fanciest damn Every-body always talking ‘bout every-thing they have Sh** I do it too But I really hope you understand You can hit the mall, spend it all, blow a hundred grand But how your children gonna go to school? Tell me what’s your plan How that Gucci belt gonna help your mama with her bills? All the pain I felt, on the come up man this sh** is real Reinvesting all I earn, making music with my skills I am not ashamed to say man I still might hit up Goodwill Gimme some loot Gimme some gimme some gimme some loot Yeah, yuh Give you the boot If you be talking that bullsh** man I speak the truth Yuh, I see you flex on the gram Yeah your watch shining homie I know you look like the man but your family hate you you crying homie Jerome Gimme the loot Gimme the loot If you keep talking Imma give you the boot So gimme the loot (gimme the loot) Gimme the loot (gimme the loot) If you keep talking Imma give you the boot Yeah, I know that I got a song about the founder of Microsoft But trust me when the mic goes off I am not that guy No I am not that fly At least if we talking ‘bout money But I need some honey like it’s been the start of the new year But it’s too clear, what I do here Blowing nuclear minds But I seen all of these signs shout goes out to the Obamas I know that I’m not defined by a number of commas I know that y’all might be sweating on Wall Street on the floor like a sauna One second you so rich and the next you live at your mama’s Don’t need a flight to the Bahamas When I get the bag might buy myself a Toyota I might start buying beef jerky on the regular I don’t gotta deal with peddlers I don’t want a big crib I don’t want a leather Benz or a nice watch I just want a nice family with a happy life and a night watch All of these rappers I swear Talking ‘bout money and saying it’s super cute I need you out of my hair It’s pretty clear up in here that you’re not astute Nowadays I walk into a job interview and I’m here flexing a suit But I know that the one thing I will not say is Gimme the loot Gimme the loot If you keep talking Imma give you the boot So gimme the loot (gimme the loot) Gimme the loot (gimme the loot) If you keep talking Imma give you the boot From Letras Mania