Gimmie The Loot Lyrics - Singles - Jarren Benton

Gimmie the loot Que pasa amigo, I'm back in it bitch 

If the head game is right and the pussy feel good throw a rack at that bitch 

Walk in the club with a strap in that bitch 

Niggas they shoot like Iraq in that bitch 

I peel off in a Thunderbird up in Johannesburg on a giraffe with this African bitch 

Came from the bottom my Grandmama house 

I'm funeral fresh get the cameras out 

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the floor, we went wild in that ho just like Animal House 

Eatin' up rappers, the cannibal's out 

Bust off in your bitch while she laying on your couch 

I get head in whip while driving that bitch she caressing my dick and my hands in her blouse 

You think they're homies they sexting her in 

My homeboy just died motherfuck a new friend 

One day you here then 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 Imma 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'm on that B.I.G. shit, BITCH YOU BETTER HAVE MY LOOT 

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Yeah, Eastside nigga to the day Im in the pinebox 

This marri-ja-wanna make a motherfuckers mind stop 

Eyes redder than the cyclops, might throw a bitch ass nigga out a skybox 

Three stripes 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 its like Im sitting over Jupiter 

Getting money they gon' think I worship Lucifer 

Being broke was never cool to us, feet glued to the concrete, you ain't moving us 

Your favorite rapper just a fairy tale, nigga mad cause I knew his girlfriend very well 

She let me fuck her on the Ferris wheel, hit South Beach and got head while I parasail 

I never paid for the hair and nails 

Vodka got the room spinning like a carousel 

I'm harder than the bitch trying to parallel park a Mack truck for the pump I keep a pair of shells 

You can find me in the ATL, might tear the fucking club up like a ACL 

Nigga still going crazy thank God for rap money now it's fuck you pay me 

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