DVRST, Jarren Benton - Gimmie The Loot (Remix)

Gimmie the loot Que pasa amigo, I'm back in it bitch
If the head game is right and the pussy feel good throw a rack at that bitch
Walk in the club with a strap in that bitch
Niggas they shoot like Iraq in that bitch
I peel off in a Thunderbird up in Johannesburg on a giraffe with this African bitch
Came from the bottom my Grandmama house
I'm funeral fresh get the cameras out
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the floor, we went wild in that ho just like Animal House
Eatin' up rappers, the cannibal's out
Bust off in your bitch while she laying on your couch
I get head in whip while driving that bitch she caressing my dick and my hands in her blouse
You think they're homies they sexting her in
My homeboy just died motherfuck a new friend
One day you here then the next day you gone we still mourning my nigga so fuck your new Benz
I'm drinking again trying to mask all the pain
My high coming down Imma crash, go insane
Party for now, get the money my nigga cause one day they might come and bash in your brains

We up in this bitch, Just got paid
Got this drank in my cup, nigga just got straight
We been on it all night, I don't know about you
I'm on that B.I.G. shit, BITCH YOU BETTER HAVE MY LOOT

Yeah, Eastside nigga to the day Im in the pinebox
This marri-ja-wanna make a motherfuckers mind stop
Eyes redder than the cyclops, might throw a bitch ass nigga out a skybox
Three stripes on my high-tops
You ain't got no fucking Jarren in your iPod?
BECKY, MY GOD
I bet you won't lick a pussy while I watch
So high its like Im sitting over Jupiter
Getting money they gon' think I worship Lucifer
Being broke was never cool to us, feet glued to the concrete, you ain't moving us
Your favorite rapper just a fairy tale, nigga mad cause I knew his girlfriend very well
She let me fuck her on the Ferris wheel, hit South Beach and got head while I parasail
I never paid for the hair and nails
Vodka got the room spinning like a carousel
I'm harder than the bitch trying to parallel park a Mack truck for the pump I keep a pair of shells
You can find me in the ATL, might tear the fucking club up like a ACL
Nigga still going crazy thank God for rap money now it's fuck you pay me