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Artiste : Money Man
Titre : Ren and Stimpy
My young niggas spinnin´ until they get dizzy
I´m keepin´ my schedule productive and busy
My bitch, she keep callin´, she wantin´ a quickie
I keep me a stick cause the block can get tricky
I learned how to shoot when I was ten

I told her, "You got a fat ass and you pretty"
She feelin´ that blick 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 bitch 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 niggas get chimpy
Used to sack up these zips while I watched Ren & Stimpy

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

Damn, I cannot wait ´til I drain it
Gave my lil´ bitch 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 damn, I can barely sleep
Niggas still petty-ass robbering, he dumb
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 bitches, I´m feelin´ like Pun
Two million cash, that´s a hell of a month

My young niggas spinnin´ until they get dizzy
I´m keepin´ my schedule productive and busy
My bitch, 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 ten
I told her, "You got a fat ass and you pretty"
She feelin´ that blick 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 bitch 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 niggas get chimpy
Used to sack up these zips while I watched Ren & Stimpy