Yeah
This is goin out to all those mutha$#&@as
That like to use the word 'gangster'

Although I am the O.G.
I'm representin that hustlin game
To the end, ^!$$%

I'm tryin to make the loot loop

[ VERSE 1 ]

I ain't no mutha$#&@in gangsta, wish you'd quit callin me that
Although I still pack straps I roll in Benzes and Lacs
Best believe the gats in my promo shots ain't props

I hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at cops
(Yo, how ya livin?) On the mellow, coolin with my fellow
Hustlers, players, super (*##$-layers

Mackaronies on the true d-l - hell, most
$#&@in with my ^!$$%s you could end up ghost
I made a million, got my %#@! out pawned

Bailed out the homies, now the %#@!'s back on
Moved out the ghetto, cause I hate it
But I roll through your $#&@in hood and regulate it

Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the .45th smoke
Before I let my baby boy go under, no wonder
I'm addicted to the cash flow, stacks of green

Flashback, I'm nudgin weights down a triple beam
I'ma make the loot loop


[ CHORUS ]
As fast as I spend it
I'm tryin to get back in it

I make the loot loop
It's cop and blow
^!$$%, that's all I know

I make the loot loop
As fast as I spend it
I'm tryin to get back in it

I make my loot loop
^!$$%
I'm tryin to make my bank roll bigger


[ VERSE 2 ]
I must admit, I got a lust for loot, quick to shoot

Ostrich, fruits and Austin Martin coupes
Fill my dreams with cream, I got wet sheets
I'm bustin nuts over currency, kid, $#&@ freaks

We be the ^!$$%s in the back of the club with the Moût
(*##$es, shrimps, mackin like pimps
Wearin fly %#@! you never seen before (raw)

I turn a angel to a !@^%, now need I say more?
My perm got bounce, $#&@ a 40 ounce
I'm sippin Cristal, pal, and represent I shall

To the end of the game
(That ^!$$% Ice got fame)
And just not over these beats

But on the 4-wheel streets
I make the loot loop


[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3 ]

Say what you will, I'm the fool on the hill
With the pool, jaccuzzi, laser-beam Uzi
^!$$%s in LA know the Ice don't play

I'm just a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlay
I rock a million with the jewels on the paw (don't start)
Cause my ^!$$%s ain't the big ones, just big guns

Pushin the limits of this game till I gets my piece
I put my true queen Darlene in a white Corniece
So stay broke if you wanna, hang out on your corner

Step back from the curb when we roll up on ya
20 black cars all tinted, we meant it
'Syndicate forever - posse of the clever'

Rubberbands strap the fat green knots
We're strictly hustlers not gangsters, but we still lick shots
For the goal

Peace, I'm out like Nicole

(Get down
Get down)


^!$$%
The bank's getting bigger
Yeah
I'm makin the loot loop
Straight player for life

Yeah
Hustler's side