paroles de chanson Gimme the Loot - M.A.B.

Bad lil biddy wit da bop, yea
Creeping out the club to give me top, yea
Please don't ever ask me what I got, yea
Word to Charlemagne I need that drop
All about my green, don't ask me why
First I add it up then multiply
Dream Or Die We still ain't switch a side
Now I thank God, it's our time it's our time

Even in the dark I see the shine
Been 8 years and Got to see em all decline
Mix the track, write the rap, book of rhymes
I saw the signs saw the signs saw the signs
All the ones who used to try to doubt
Tryna join the wave just for the clout
Look at when I rap and read my routes
I just get my check and then I'm out
Never seen a Alpha in her life
Pray I get to see her as a wife
People steady worried bouta motive
I'm too busy doublin the price, price, price
They just watch, she just watch, check my watch
Eating turkey with the carrots with the squash
Color sink, Pussy pink, livin posh
Seen a lot done a lot oh my, oh my gosh

Bad lil biddy wit da bop, yea
Creeping out the club to give me top yea
Please don't ever ask me what I got, yea
Word to Charlemagne I need that drop
All about my green, don't ask me why
First I add it up then multiply
Dream Or Die We still ain't switch a side
Now I thank God, it's our time it's our time

This year I made more
Next year might be Forbes
Whip game she adore
Treat her like my whore
And I'm her Nasdaq
Got me havin flashbacks
For the raps I run a stack
Runnin deals through Cash App
Fast money young adrenaline
She love me for my melanin
Living in my element
We heaven sent it's evident
Shawty so cute
She play the flute
And eat the fruit
Gimme the loot