[Intro: Will Ferrell & Pearl]
I work too hard
Can I just get two more weeks?
I want my money
You need to relax
You're an asshole
Nuh-huh
I want my money, bitch!
Hey, don't call me "bitch", I'm a grown man!
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
God, you're mean...
[Chorus: Thorb]
Bitch, where the loot? Everybody new
Throw up in this motherfucker, everybody move
Everybody cute, everybody talk that shit
'Til it's real and I motherfucking shoot
Bitch, where the loot? Everybody new
Throw up in this motherfucker, everybody move
Everybody cute, everybody talk that shit
'Til it's real and I motherfucking shoot
Bitch, where the loot?
[Verse 1: Thorb]
I'm about to go and get it quick
I'm about to hit, man, everybody whiff
I'm about to focus on the talent, man
You motherfuckers only wanna focus on a gift
Man, I'm about to flip
I'm about to fly, man, I'm about to lift
Highin' like a shy guy, I don't wanna dip
Got 'em goin' "Bye-bye", I don't wanna bitch
But one thing, who gonna suck my dick when I ice my wrist?
Who gonna ride when I cop my whip?
Who gonna buy when I drop my shit?
Man, and mother fuck time, I could watch that tick
Yeah, and I don't really talk 'dough'
I'm a diamond in the rough
When it get a little tough, I ain't ever gonna walk though
And whoa there, I don't care to go there
I'm after what Colbert like talk show
(Diamond)
[Pre-Chorus]
Now who gonna take my rain, yeah?
Who gonna take my pain, yeah?
Who gonna know my name, yeah?
Look, who gonna take my, you wanna take my
I wouldn't fake my, you wanna break my
I wanna shake my, you wouldn't wake my
How the fuck you not gettin' paid for this?
[Chorus: Thorb]
Bitch, where the loot? Everybody new
Throw up in this motherfucker, everybody move
Everybody cute, everybody talk that shit
'Til it's real and I motherfucking shoot
Bitch, where the loot? Everybody new
Throw up in this motherfucker, everybody move
Everybody cute, everybody talk that shit
'Til it's real and I motherfucking shoot
Bitch, where the loot?
[Verse 2: Thorb]
I just elevate
What you want, a better mate?
Motherfucker, look
Man, ain't never get ahead of me
Couldn't out-word, out-verb, out-noun, out-letter me
Probably need a felony
If they wanna get behind your bars, yeah
You don't even know what they are, bars, yeah
And all I know is I'm about to take it to another fuckin' peak
If you peek, I'ma eat, take a seat, I'ma
I'ma out-rap
Everybody callin' everybody else wack
Everybody lit 'til they fuckin' fell back
And everybody bitch, tell me if you felt that
I'm a motherfuckin'-, well, I don't know man
Everybody talk like I don't know bands
Really, I'ma talk like I don't know mans
I don't care 'bout spends, ya'll really no fans
I'm a motherfuckin'-
(Diamond)
[Pre-Chorus]
Now who gonna take my rain, yeah?
Who gonna take my pain, yeah?
Who gonna know my name, yeah?
Look, who gonna take my, you wanna take my
I wouldn't fake my, you wanna break my
I wanna shake my, you wouldn't wake my
How the fuck you not gettin' paid for this?
[Chorus: Thorb]
Bitch, where the loot? Everybody new
Throw up in this motherfucker, everybody move
Everybody cute, everybody talk that shit
'Til it's real and I motherfucking shoot
Bitch, where the loot? Everybody new
Throw up in this motherfucker, everybody move
Everybody cute, everybody talk that shit
'Til it's real and I motherfucking shoot
Bitch, where the loot?
[Verse 3: Mark Battles]
W-where the loot at?
All these haters storin' shots? I'ma shoot back
Yeah, the money blue and the Coupé black
All the lies in your rhymes, bring the truth back
New plaques on the wall from a few tracks
Two stacks, each bar that I do rap
Fell off a little coming back, bih
Just had to play the background, ad libs
Used to want the cars and a fat crib
Hundred shows, hit the road like Jack did
I was posted on the block like Shaq did
Now I moved to the block where Shaq live
Had kids so I had to grind
All wars on you hoes like it's Babylon
Every penny, nickle, dime, better hand me mine
She got M-B tatted on her pantie line
It's Grammy time, I want my award
Yo, shout out to Thorb
Catch the wave, I'll catch us some Forbes
All praises, my Lord
The vision was yours
Now the mission's restored
I'm just workin' for less
And still wishin' for more
[Chorus: Thorb]
Bitch, where the loot? Everybody new
Throw up in this motherfucker, everybody move
Everybody cute, everybody talk that shit
'Til it's real and I motherfucking shoot
Bitch, where the loot? Everybody new
Throw up in this motherfucker, everybody move
Everybody cute, everybody talk that shit
'Til it's real and I motherfucking shoot
Bitch, where the loot?
