[Intro: Ovrkast.]

(Sheesh)

Mm, really don't need no less

Really don't need no less

Really don't

Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Ovrkast.]

First off

Grind hard, never work soft

Still a man, first thought

Ready when it hit the ceilin' fan

Know my pen got the perks on it

First sonnet

Ready now, why I perch on it?

Businessman wanna lurk on it

Busy, I'ma hit you first, homie

Shit (What the fuck?), wake up, uh

Never seen nothin' this made up, uh

Never seen nothin' this major (Sheesh)

Niggas and bitches gon' pay up, uh

What's the bill? Like Cosby

What the cost be to save somethin'?

Uncle Sam slick robbed me

Niggas pullin' strings for the bass notes, get down

[Chorus: Samara Cyn]

I ain't here to mull

With thе freaks, with the hoes

Not imprеssed, we ain't bros

Where the loot? Run it, go

Where the loot? Run it, go

Where the loot? Run it, go (Give me the loot)

Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it

[Verse 2: Ovrkast. & Samara Cyn]

Yeah, uh, I don't wan' talk, just pay up

Hear a lot of shit, no fake ones

Hear a lot of shit, no fake love

Rinse my hands, yeah

Rinse my hands, don't play like that

Both rims locked in, no brakes like that

Don't tempt my mans, he'll break like that

Don't wait, jump in, just shake like that

Shit dumb, shit lame, it's shaped like that

Shit weird, homie

I got somethin' real for you, don't flake on me

Just deal with me, yeah (Give me the loot)

[Chorus: Samara Cyn & Ovrkast.]

Where the loot? Run it, go

Where the loot? Run it, go

Where the loot? Run it, go

Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it

Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it

[Verse 3: Samara Cyn]

Talk cheap, cheap niggas, meek mumbles

Sound like you owe me some money

Long way, run around the main point

That sound like you owe me some money

Stumbling, st-st-stuttering

I don't do the muttering

Go yah, trick, yah, yah, yah, yah

Had to put some Soulja in it, sis

Spring water in the coochie, baby

Eat healthy, save my boosters in cahooties lately

So protected, I invest it, stop the conversatin'

Trim the fat, fatten blessings, then express 'em

And it's set up (Bitch, it's set up)

Bitch, it's set up and I'm paid up (Yeah, yeah)

Work is barely even work

No need check-up, put a check up

Just to wake up in the morn'

Bitch, I'm spoiled and I'm poppin'

Call me rude, bitch, Beauregarde

Put your money where your mouth is

Ho, or put it in a car (Run it, run it)

[Chorus: Samara Cyn]

I ain't here to mull

With the freaks, with the hoes

Not impressed, we ain't bros

Where the loot? Run it, go

Where the loot? Run it, go

Where the loot? Run it, go (Give me the loot)

Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it

[Outro]

You asked me to play music

I'm playing the music

You wanna talk over the music

You wanna talk

We were just having a conversation

I'm playing the music for a reason