Topsongs van Ant Banks
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ant Banks
Künstler:in
Too $hort
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ant Banks
Komponist:in
T. Shaw
Komponist:in
G. Clinton, Jr.
Komponist:in
B. Worrell
Komponist:in
B. Collins
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ant Banks
Produzent:in
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
Yeah we got my **** $hort Dog
In the motherfucking house
Telling y'all **** about that loot
'Cause you don't know nothing about that, you know?
Do it to 'em
[Verse 2]
I used to be a broke-ass **** from the Oaktown
Remember Too $hort, bitch I ain't broke now
I sold 6 million albums since I got my start
I be all up and down them billboard charts
That shit is easy, fucking with the dangerous crew
Now kick back while I tell you 'bout making the loot
Get in where you fit if you making it fast
'Cause a real motherfucker might check your ass
And take all your loot, kick down your door
The word got around you's a bitch-ass hoe
Hanging with these same ass **** that owe you cash
That won't pay your ass
Them **** just owe you for life
Be all in your face every day and night
If you'd have broke they ass off years ago
For fucking off all them counts of dough
You wouldn't be a broke-ass **** today
(I'ma get that shit back) Well I figured you'd say that
'Cause you go way back, rewind and play it back
You just a fat fucking needle in the haystack
They should've just named you Jack
'Cause you ain't never gonna get that back
So reminisce on the things you had
'Cause you having money was just a fad
[Verse 3]
That's right, bitch
Either roll thick or suck a fat dick
(Gotta get my loot)
And **** can't fuck with that
(Gotta get my loot)
[Verse 4]
You working every day and can't never get ahead in life
Stop punking out running 'cause you're scared to fight
You hang with nine broke ****, you know the rest
Kiss a fake **** ass and give a hoe respect
Lying all the time about your cash flow
And talking about shit that you think you know
Well motherfucker, if you only knew
You made the next **** rich while he stole your loot
You've ben hoeing so long I bet you feel like a bitch
Why can't **** like you get rich?
'Cause you gotta be a hustler can't be a buster
You ever get a ho, ****, please don't trust her
You used to be rapping now you slanging dope
Stressing so hard, you want to hang your hope
Dreamed of owning a house, maybe two or three cars
Come up like a motherfucking movie star
But the shit ain't happened yet
And I'm an old-school rappin' vet
You trying to get your loot, I say you ain't some
**** get they cash and some can't
$hort Dog on the mic, watch me gank this bitch
All that shit you doing, boy, you can't get rich
But don't give up, just stop faking the shit
Get off your ass and start making it bitch
[Verse 5]
Either roll thick or suck a fat dick
(Gotta get my loot)
And **** can't fuck with that you know?
(Gotta get my loot) Yeah
Written by: Ant Banks, B. Collins, B. Worrell, G. Clinton, Jr., T. Shaw