Текст песни Gimme the Loot - Jerome , KING SOL

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
And 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

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