Loot Love
Whoa
Whoa
Yeah
If you got it, you got it
You can't buy it
I used to pray for the moolah
Now I just pray I don't lose it
Hopefully we are the ones
Ramasedi will be choosing
To be the ones that can break all
The generational curses
To be the ones that can
Finally change all our passions
To purpose, purpose
I used to think it's Illuminati
Till I realized, they just knew somebody
That can go in the streets
Recruit somebody
That can go anywhere
And shoot somebody
Price tag on the man of the law
That's why corruption
Is lasting so long
I'm talkin' about more than
Twenty years strong
They even forgot what they doing
Is wrong
Yeah
Black on black
Black tax
Big black bag
In the back
Gotta pay it back
Otherwise, it's prepp-prepp, prepp
They say cash is king
Kneel on the floor and kiss the ring
Knee on the ground
And pour some gin
Pray to God they're listening
They say you can live out
All your fantasies
They say you can even feed your
Family
But even they can turn
Into your enemies
And some have sold their souls
For it
Apparently
But
Fuck it
We need this money, nigga
Pay up
Fuck it
We want this money, nigga
Pay up
Yeah
Fuck it
We want this money, nigga
Pay up
Yeah
Fuck it
We need this money, nigga
Pay up
Fuck it
We want the zaka
Namela chord ke tshwaretse plug
Mfana Pirara a tsena ditrata
When it comes to the cash
Akenyake mathata
Gimme the loot
We want the loot
Okare mo Mzansi ba striker
Ba tsogile ka two
Gimme the loot
Hop it the booth
Pray I make it
Without rocking a tie & a suit
Yeah ey
You sell a nigga a gun
You might be the first nigga he kills
Die orla
My life a movie
Not a Gram story
Not a gram reel
Keeping the Müller in the team
Like I'm Bayern it's a goal
We don't miss
Aye
I'm just tryna make my mama Proud of me
Thinking bout coppin' a property
Gotta stack my money properly
Ain't taking money apologies
Aye I'm just tryna make my mama Proud of me
Thinking bout copping a property
Gotta stack my money properly
Ain't taking money apologies
They say you can live out
All your fantasies
They say you can even feed your
Family
But even they can turn
Into your enemies
And some have sold their souls
For it
Apparently
But
Fuck it
We need this money, nigga
Pay up
Fuck it
We want this money, nigga
Pay up
Yeah
Fuck it
We want this money, nigga
Pay up
Yeah
Fuck it
We need this money, nigga
Pay up
Whoa
Yeah
If you got it, you got it
You can't buy it
I used to pray for the moolah
Now I just pray I don't lose it
Hopefully we are the ones
Ramasedi will be choosing
To be the ones that can break all
The generational curses
To be the ones that can
Finally change all our passions
To purpose, purpose
I used to think it's Illuminati
Till I realized, they just knew somebody
That can go in the streets
Recruit somebody
That can go anywhere
And shoot somebody
Price tag on the man of the law
That's why corruption
Is lasting so long
I'm talkin' about more than
Twenty years strong
They even forgot what they doing
Is wrong
Yeah
Black on black
Black tax
Big black bag
In the back
Gotta pay it back
Otherwise, it's prepp-prepp, prepp
They say cash is king
Kneel on the floor and kiss the ring
Knee on the ground
And pour some gin
Pray to God they're listening
They say you can live out
All your fantasies
They say you can even feed your
Family
But even they can turn
Into your enemies
And some have sold their souls
For it
Apparently
But
Fuck it
We need this money, nigga
Pay up
Fuck it
We want this money, nigga
Pay up
Yeah
Fuck it
We want this money, nigga
Pay up
Yeah
Fuck it
We need this money, nigga
Pay up
Fuck it
We want the zaka
Namela chord ke tshwaretse plug
Mfana Pirara a tsena ditrata
When it comes to the cash
Akenyake mathata
Gimme the loot
We want the loot
Okare mo Mzansi ba striker
Ba tsogile ka two
Gimme the loot
Hop it the booth
Pray I make it
Without rocking a tie & a suit
Yeah ey
You sell a nigga a gun
You might be the first nigga he kills
Die orla
My life a movie
Not a Gram story
Not a gram reel
Keeping the Müller in the team
Like I'm Bayern it's a goal
We don't miss
Aye
I'm just tryna make my mama Proud of me
Thinking bout coppin' a property
Gotta stack my money properly
Ain't taking money apologies
Aye I'm just tryna make my mama Proud of me
Thinking bout copping a property
Gotta stack my money properly
Ain't taking money apologies
They say you can live out
All your fantasies
They say you can even feed your
Family
But even they can turn
Into your enemies
And some have sold their souls
For it
Apparently
But
Fuck it
We need this money, nigga
Pay up
Fuck it
We want this money, nigga
Pay up
Yeah
Fuck it
We want this money, nigga
Pay up
Yeah
Fuck it
We need this money, nigga
Pay up
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Writer(s): Phologo Mataboge
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