Loaded Songtext
von B‐Legit

I′m loaded
I'm loaded

Nigga, I′m
I'm a boss, I'm a real boy
You the nigga of a side hoe
Send ′em back, gettin′ cake like a fat boy
Stackin' money to the sky, hoe

Nigga, I′m, yeah
I'm loaded (I′m loaded, I'm loaded, I′m loaded)
Nigga, I'm, yeah
I'm loaded (I′m loaded, I′m loaded, I'm loaded)

Nigga, I′m loaded, count a bankroll
Cashed out, dope boy, think I'll payroll
I′ma stay cold-blooded, keep the block cluttered
Shout out to my father, he ain't never stuttered

The whip buttered, I′ma have you lit
Rest in peace, Don Don, nigga, I ain't forget it
We was with the shit, hit the corner pocket
Keep the dukes mobbin', 350 rocket


Nigga Billa got it, I′ma knock it daily
Thuggin′ like a motherfucker, we was babies
Make them niggas pay me, bitches pitchin' in
Wherever bitches at, we was gettin′ in

We was hittin' them, then they holla back
Wild nigga West don′t know how to act
And everybody strapped when they rap it out
But everything black for a fuckin' out

Nigga, I′m
I'm a boss, I'm a real boy
You the nigga of a side hoe
Send ′em back, gettin′ cake like a fat boy
Stackin' money to the sky, hoe

Nigga, I′m, yeah
I'm loaded (I′m loaded, I'm loaded, I′m loaded)
Nigga, I'm, yeah
I'm loaded (I′m loaded, I′m loaded, I'm loaded)

Yeah, look, they hustle so dry, they ′bout to dehydrate
Pull out of the driveway to hop on the highway with a bad bitch
She do whatever that I say, I'm sad
You ain′t in my lane, stop playin'


Got game, I ain′t really got friends
Don't know where to begin
My ends ain't really got ends
I don′t never depend, I get up, get out the bed
On the track with no brain like a slut without a head, I′m dead

Reincarnated, really caught cases
White stones in my cross, all Caucasian
You think I'm a ball player from the way I ball, baby
All gas, no brakes, like a car racer

I′m a star chaser, she a heartbreaker
Fuck all that, bitch, shake that ass like a salt shaker
Aye, I'm a 7-0, say I′m never bummy
I'm from where the money come from

Nigga, I′m
I'm a boss, I'm a real boy
You the nigga of a side hoe
Send ′em back, gettin′ cake like a fat boy
Stackin' money to the sky, hoe

Nigga, I′m, yeah
I'm loaded (I′m loaded, I'm loaded, I′m loaded)
Nigga, I'm, yeah
I'm loaded (I′m loaded, I′m loaded, I'm loaded)

Nigga, I′m loaded, 223's on that Chicago shit
Mariachi-yaki on that Desperado shit, uh
Don′t talk too much, but do a lot of shit
Look, worked off my ass to get a lot of shit

Okay, I'm reloaded, Al Pacino
You ain′t know how I keep the pepper on me, jalapeño
Tomatillo, hot sauce, Tapatío
I'm a G, though, your boy talkin' kilo

40 with the beam, whole scene, and I
R.I.P. my nigga Shady, do this shit for P-Dot, uh
Whole hood doin′ numbers like a kiosk, bang
Chopper bullets bigger than the Fiat, uh

Rain Man, kamikaze in the Reeboks
Early morning, you can catch me on the blina
Ooh, that OG got me loaded
I′m on that shit and you already know it

Nigga, I'm
I′m a boss, I'm a real boy
You the nigga of a side hoe
Send ′em back, gettin' cake like a fat boy
Stackin′ money to the sky, hoe

Nigga, I'm, yeah
I'm loaded (I′m loaded, I′m loaded, I'm loaded)
Nigga, I′m, yeah
I'm loaded (I′m loaded, I'm loaded, I′m loaded)
Nigga I'm