[Intro: Ovrkast.]
(Sheesh)
Oh, 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)
N***as and bitches gon' pay up, uh
What's the bill? Like Cosby
What the cost be to save somethin'?
Uncle Sam slick robbed me
N***as pullin' strings for the bass notes, get down

[Chorus: Samara Cyn & Ovrkast.]
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 (Gimme the loot)
Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it (Yeah, uh)
[Verse 2: Ovrkast. & Samara Cyn]
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 weird shit shaped like that
Shit weird, homie
I got somethin' real for you, don't flake on me
Just deal with me, yeah (Gimme 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 n***as, meak 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 soldier in it, sis, hehe
Spring water in the coochie, baby
Eat healthy, shape my Wu-Tang's and Kahootie's lately
So protected, I invest it, stop the conversatin'
Trim the fat, fat and blessings
Then express 'em, and it's set up (Bitch, it's set up)
Bitch, it's set up (Yeah), and I'm paid up (Yeah)
Work is barely even worth
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, beau regard
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
Where the loot? Run it, go
Where the loot? Run it, go
Where the loot? Run it, go (Gimme 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