LOOTAVELI (Intro)

[Skit: Boobie Lootaveli & Conthatsoundcrazy]
Yo, bro, Boobie, we late, you ready?
Hold up, give me a second
Let's ride
Alright

[Intro: Boobie Lootaveli]
LOOTAVELI, baby
Ay, Con, If I fuck up, keep it goin', you heard?
Yeah
Ain't no stoppin' this shit, feel me?
Dig? Ay, ay

[Verse 1]
Everything I ever fuckin' do, do it for the LOOT
This bitch always had big titties, but the booty new
If we traded places, lil' homie, you would piss your shoes
Motherfuckers salty, but look at me, I would hate me too
If you ever catch me fight a bear, pray for Winnie Pooh
Boobie only win and learn lessons, I don't fucking lose
Heard you sold your soul to a cracker in a fucking suit
You do what you can, I do everything I fucking choosе (Yuhdigg?)
My bitch clip my toenails with the Midas touch
If you evеr cross me, baby, I'd never hold a grudge
I'm too busy takin' out the family to Sunday brunch
If you got a Cuban or a Rollie, player, hold it up (Hold your shit up)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yuh, okay, uh
If you got a Cuban or a Rollie, player, hold it up (Hold your shit up)
Huh (Yeah)
So addicted to the— (LOOTAVELI, baby, uh) hold up

[Chorus]
Uh, so addicted to the hustle, it'll never be enough
I believe in patience and obsession, don't believe in luck
Never gave, still don't, and won't ever give a fuck
All I see is dead Presidents through— hold up

[Verse 2]
All I see is dead Presidents (Ayy) through these golden buffs
Instagram bitches wanna cuff, I just wanna fuck
White girl from Australia scoop me in a Aston Martin truck
Fuckin' on a couple LA dancers, feel like Dr. Buss (Dr. Buss, dig?)
How you say you love me? You don't even know me
Only got my family and my brothers, don't believe in homies
I was baggin' bitches even when I was broke and bummy (Dig?)
Now I curve Playboy Bunny models, Boobie 'bout his money
You will never miss a showin' when you chase a bag
But chase a thot and watch her leave with every dollar that you had
Ain't nobody doing it like this and I can promise that (Promise that)
Used to dream of nights just like tonight, stuck inside the trap

[Pre-Chorus]
Yuh, uh
If you got a Cuban or a Rollie, player, hold it up (Where your shit at?)
Huh (Hold that shit up, let's go)
All I see is dead Presidents through— hold up

[Chorus]
So addicted to the hustle, it'll never be enough
I believe in patience and obsession, don't believe in luck
Never gave, still don't, and won't ever give a fuck
All I see is dead Presidents through these golden buffs

[Outro]
Yeah
All I see is dead Presidents through these— yeah
Ayy, ayy
If you got a Cuban on a Rollie, player, yeah
Alright