(Yeah)

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas

Since I shoot you for loot and dollas

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas

Since I shoot you for loot and dollas

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas

Since I shoot you for loot and dollas

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I'm 'bout my loot and dollas

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas

Since...I do true for loot and dollas

Chevy on the roll

Pedal on the floor

No handles on the door

The camera's on the bumper

Man I'm gettin' dough

I'm handlin' like I'm---handlin' like I'm

I'm handlin' like I'm handlin' my food

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas

True for loot and dollas

The coup's colored green

The seat's cream as pasta

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You get steamed as lobster

For tryin' to plot and scheme

I'm runnin' out of patience

And you gon' need to see the doctor

When I put that beam on you

Fo' I squeeze 'em, seize 'em

Season beef like veal chops

If you ain't know my nigga, I'm real hot

I'm from the Carolina's

This is what we're about

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

Since I shoot you for loot and dollas (da money)

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I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

Since I shoot you for loot and dollas (da money)

You ain't about them dollars

*censored* them each

You can't get a job

You better *censored* for *censored*

Baby need pampers

Baby momma need cancer sticks

She better find you an answer quick

Master P told us

Oprah Winfrey showed us

Jigga man Moses

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And the money fold us

You better sniff the Folgers

And get in control

Sit in the kitchen in front the stove

With a bullet put it in

Pay attention, only the bravest men

Can get paid out their anus's

So what kind of game do you think this is

The aim is to get rich, I'm about my chips

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

Since I shoot you for loot and dollas (da money)

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

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I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

Since I shoot you for loot and dollas (da money)

As a young boy I would watch

My eldest take control and take over the block

I would stand on that corner and observe the changes

Made from goin' hand to hand for that guap

It taught me how to get it

It taught me how to keep it

When and when not to talk

And how to keep a secret

In case I see the cops

And be speechless and not to let one sentence

Slip through my teeth

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So give me a reason

I was raised in these North Click streets

And now my shell is a breakin'

And I'm a monster *censored*

To see me and hoot and holler

Probably because they know that I'm about my loot and dollas

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

Since I shoot you for loot and dollas (da money)

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

I'm 'bout my loot and dollas (da money)

Since I shoot you for loot and dollas (da money)

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