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ren and stimpy - money man lyrics

[chorus]
my young n*ggas spinnin’ until they get dizzy
i’m keepin’ my schedule productive and busy
my b*tch, she keep callin’, she wantin’ a quickie
i keep me a stick cause the block can get tricky
i learn how to shoot when i was [?][0:09]
i told her, “you got a fat ass and you pretty”
she feelin’ that bl!ck when she rub up against me
i’m slaughtering whoever goin’ against me
ask all of my exes, they wish they was with me
threw p’s to my partners and told ’em, “get busy”
this african b*tch with me like to get frisky
i’m always on point, i don’t drink or get tipsy
he can’t hang with the circle, that boy is too wimpy
banana clip just in case n*ggas get chimpy
used to sack up these zips while i watched ren & stimpy

[verse 1]
can’t play with them thots, i don’t condone no simpin’
walk out the bank with a hundred ball, limpin’
crazy how grown men be actin’ like women
chase cc came with a sixty k limit
d*mn, i cannot wait ’til i drain it
gave my lil’ b*tch five k, told her get mani’ed
warrior spirit, i feel like an ancient
trafficking shrooms in a rental from asia
i smoked the strongest weed ever created
louie v strap had him drippin’ like raiden
he hatin’ on scammin’, no wonder his paper low
i send them carders to tear up the gucci store
bustin’ these checks, i ain’t got time to do a show
black and white charger, it look like an oreo
gang full of fraudsters, you know they be watchin’ us
every day, all day, deposits be poppin’ up
wanna get money with me, let’s go chop it up
strongest weed, athletes and rappers come shop with us
took off a bank, i made nine hundred that week
can’t miss a dollar, god d*mn, i can barely sleep
n*ggas still petty*ass robber, he done
crash you some credit and get you some funds
750, one account, i was stunned
.308 binary trigger and drum
moncler and fog for my daughter and son
they throwin’ salt, but they know i’m the one
crushin’ these b*tches, i’m feelin’ like pun
two million cash, that’s a h*ll of a month
[chorus]
my young n*ggas spinnin’ until they get dizzy
i’m keepin’ my schedule productive and busy
my b*tch, she keep callin’, she wantin’ a quickie
i keep me a stick cause the block can get tricky
i learn how to shoot when i was [?][0:09]
i told her, “you got a fat ass and you pretty”
she feelin’ that bl!ck when she rub up against me
i’m slaughtering whoever goin’ against me
ask all of my exes, they wish they was with me
threw p’s to my partners and told ’em, “get busy”
this african b*tch with me like to get frisky
i’m always on point, i don’t drink or get tipsy
he can’t hang with the circle, that boy is too wimpy
banana clip just in case n*ggas get chimpy
used to sack up these zips while i watched ren & stimpy

- money man lyrics

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