Triple 6 Mafia Pimpin and Robbin Lyrics:
Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks...Bitch
Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..Bitch
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks..Bitch

Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks...Bitch
Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..Bitch
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks..Bitch

Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks...Bitch
Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..Bitch
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks..Bitch

Pimps them sluts, break them hoes, ride clean, smoke your dope
Dipped in gold, on the vogues, everything steady, I'm chargin hoes.
Bonin, conin, playas only, catch this game that I spit
Playa Hatin Niggaz we smoke, me pretty boy smile don't joke.
We scope my 44 under the crush, don't you bite the dust
F**kin with us ni**as, Leave your name on your block up bitch
But I don't get into that gangsta sh*t, I relax like a pimp and mack
Hit them trizacks jumpin (in comes me, fiends coming)
The skinny ni**a in the house, breakin bitches down
When I drive in the Bonneville, smokin on a match
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We chokin, talkin, loc'in, talk crazy to my bitch
I'm walkin with a limp, with my cane, spittin that game, makin stangs
Give Me Some "Mane, I'm f**ked up playa"
That's why you ridin clean
Frontin Ni**az Kills Me, fakin like they heavy
If you ain't makin stangs, sell me all your jewelry
I'm outtie, my shortie is clean with them hammer thangs
My ni**a Rickie, dipped in gold, sho' nuff rollin that weed

Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks...Bitch
Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..Bitch
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks..Bitch
Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..

Give me somethin bitch, I'm talkin about dollar signs
Look here ho, I don't wanna f**k, but buck bitty buck?
A shootin gangsta, light that ass up.
Let's play a game called pimpin', and robbin, mobbin'
Pimpin ain't never stoppin
Leanin to the curb, slam goes my car do'
Nothin behind my head but a bumpin system and a few of my hoes
Drop me off some cheese, hit' em with somethin to keep em pretty
Groupie, droopie, drawed ass bitches, don't act siddity
Find you a trick and break him down, and keep him no. 1 chewer
If my ends don't meet, bitch you get your ass beat.
Swisher Sweets, spliff, get a whiff of that endo blast
Rims gleamin on the pavement, catchin eyes when I pass
Downin some Hennessey, a friend of me is some money though
Romance with no finance is a nuisance, Fuck that honey ho
Droppin bombs, packin tones for playas to killaz and macks
Skulls peelaz, rollin, hoe pullin...muthaf**ka, can you buy that?
Lyrics: Pimpin and Robbin, Triple 6 Mafia [end]