Money Hungry

Gimmie the loot, gimmie the loot
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I want me a million bucks
So I'm prepared to hustle all my life
Even after I'm dead I'm still ghostwriting the mic
You can pump me up with lead, I'll recycle it to dimes
Put a price on my head, I'll turn in myself twice
Nothing I won't do to get the loot
Even if it comes to selling fruit up in the booth
I gots the produce, thirsty? I gots juice
I'm not jew, but it's all kosher, I got you
So come thru, anything you may need
I'll take heed, I'll break me spleen to break clean
You break green, I will see that great means
Are placing the thing you need by your seems
That's my guarantee, I'm nickel & diming
I'm a sicko that's grinding in a pickle that's binding
With my sickle I'm scything, like the jigga man rhyming
Why then, liquid assets slipping & sliding
It's like Poseidon & the bitch that's beside him
When the flood water's rising, I'll be in the horizon
With intent of supplying life saving devices
& the price is anything you got, I aint biased
You need the green card? I need the green dolla
So we can meet up in Tijuana and we can holla'
Social security, mama, you know it's worth some lana
& fuck the drama, this president is a prima donna
I got cubanas coming through up in a llama
With dirty personas that'll rip through your pajamas
And if your response is not adequate or modest
I'll get your applauses when I tell you what the cost is
Economically, I'll even market a flea
You got the jones? I will loans you a poppin' of E
I bet on credit then sell it, 'cause if you talking to me
We talking business and we in this, aint no stopping our fleek

Gimmie the Loot, Gimmie the Loot
I'm a Bad, Bad Man
Gimmie the Loot, Gimmie the Loot
I'm a Bad, Bad Man
Gimmie the Loot, Gimmie the Loot
I'm a Bad, Bad Man
Gimmie the Loot, Gimmie the Loot
I'm a Bad, Bad Man
Gimmie the Loot, Gimmie the Loot
I'm a Bad, Bad Man
Gimmie the Loot, Gimmie the Loot
I'm a Bad, Bad Man
Gimmie the Loot, Gimmie the Loot
I'm a Bad, Bad Man
What's Mine is Mine, and What's Yours is Mine

I'm down for dope money, I'm down for hoe money
I'm tryna go 'bout without taking your money
'Cause it ain't no funny leaving the doors bloody
I'd rather sell my soul or either go bummy
But pharmaceutical cures, I'll be the entrepreneur
Selling pures to the moors and the Zsa Zsa Gabors
I am sure to lure any manner obscure
Even a Führer can't endure what I'm here to procure
And that's real, I want the scrill
Give me a deal, my records will sell a Mill
My hunger spills, I can't hold it still
I want a meal, currency is the veal
For lamb chops I'll sell you my hand glocks
In tank tops, hustling clean in crank spots
These bank shots is taking my change, I can't stop
I thank not, if ain't grinding my weight drops
So dank rocks is what I'll chop, that's my word
If you come to me with that need, then I'll serve
I never judge on how you get by, that's absurd
Us folks ain't the problem, the problem is long term
I concern myself with things in my lane
If not I'll go wild like crips from Insane
It's a hard knock life, I'm Michael Bispang
And I want that money ASAP, 'cause one train