Текст песни 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
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