Lyrics Loot - Londynn B

Loot

Forget about love I’m choosy
I don’t do work I’m bougie
Give me the racks
Give me the bands
I want the bag
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah yeah
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t do sentimental
Working for money is mental
Give me the coinage, I want Luchini
Give me the cheddar
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah yeah
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m getting bags like Givenchy
We doin' donuts in Raris
Sippin' Bacardi, life of the party
Promise that no one can stop me
Cause they call me Gabby B
Never put no one in front of me
Sexy I bring the heat
That’s how the Brazilian Barbie be
Drop
Get on your knees just like I’m Kaleesi
I’m bout to pop
Show me you need me
Make it come easy
Give me that guap
You can just pay me under the table
We cool without any labels
We true without any fabels
Forget about love I’m choosy
I don’t do work I’m bougie
Give me the racks
Give me the bands
I want the bag
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah yeah
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t do sentimental
Working for money is mental
Give me the coinage, I want Luchini
Give me the cheddar
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah yeah
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m rocking diamonds like pressure
For you to add to my treasure
Versace and Prada
Dolce Gabbana
I’ll take it like thank you, my pleasure
Cause your girl ain’t bad as me
No she can’t work it as good as me
Diva and prima donna
Bougie
Number one stunner
Cause I’m
Hot
Yes I’m on fire
Send me that wire
Tip my account
Give me that silver, platinum and gold
In every amount
We go all in, livin' this poker
We only fold if it’s paper
We balling we in the majors
Forget about love I’m choosy
I don’t do work I’m bougie
Give me the racks
Give me the bands
I want the bag
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah yeah
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t do sentimental
Working for money is mental
Give me the coinage, I want Luchini
Give me the cheddar
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah yeah
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gimme the loot
Gimme the cash
You wanted love
And I want a bag
Tryna behave
But I need the racks
If you in your feelings
Then I’ll give them back
Cause I got a problem
That I cannot solve
I rather go shopping
Then answer your call
The only date we can go on is the mall
Cause I gotta see if you
Talk or you ball
Cause these are the things that I like
Owww
And these are the things I would try
Aye
I know you wanna stay for tonight
Huh
But I gotta kiss you goodbye
Aye
I know that I’m more than your type
Aye
I know that you want me to bite
Aye
I rather be making a left
Left
Than thinking about making a right
Over
Cause I gotta have it
It’s more like a habit
Slower
You touch me it’s magic
You know where to grab it
Roll up
I love it in fashion
We fuck on the mattress
I can’t fall in love
Cause the money’s
My passion
And Gabby told me
That these niggas be acting
On gawd
Forget about love I’m choosy
I don’t do work I’m bougie
Give me the racks
Give me the bands
I want the bag
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah yeah
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t do sentimental
Working for money is mental
Give me the coinage, I want Luchini
Give me the cheddar
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah yeah
Give me the loot yeah
Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah