Pimpin’ & Robbin’ lyrics

[Intro: 211]
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that ho money

[Chorus: 211]
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, b*tch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that ho money, b*tch
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, b*tch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that ho money, b*tch
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, b*tch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that ho money, b*tch
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, b*tch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that ho money, b*tch

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, DJ Paul & 211]
Pimp them sl*ts, break them hoes, ridin' clean, smoke your dope
Dipped in gold on them Vogues, evidence that I'm chargin' hoes
Bonin', conin', players only catch this game that I spit
Player hatin' n*ggas, we smoke, my pretty boy smile don't joke
We scope, my .44 under the crush, don't you bite the dust, f*ckin' with us
(n*ggas with grenades, we blow your block up, b*tch)
But I don't get into that gangsta sh*t
I relax like a pimp and mack, hit those trizzacks jumpin'
(Income means ends comin' in)
The skinny n*gga in the house, breakin' b*tches down
When I drown, left her by the field, smokin' on a mack spliff
Chokin', coughin', locin', talkin' crazy to my b*tch
I'm walkin' with a limp, with my cane, spittin' that game, makin' stangs
Gimisum (Mane, I'm f*cked up, player)
That's why you ridin' clean
Frontin' n*ggas 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 n*gga Ricky, dipped in gold
Sho' nuff, rollin' mean weed
[Chorus: 211]
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, b*tch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that ho money, b*tch
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, b*tch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that ho money, b*tch
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, b*tch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that ho money, b*tch
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, b*tch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that ho money, b*tch

[Verse 2: 211 & DJ Paul]
Give me somethin' b*tch, Im talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look here ho, I don't wanna f*ck, here's a buck, with a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin' them game, to 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 door
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 b*tches, don't act saditty
Find you a trick and break him down, and trick another little treat
If my ends don't meet, b*tch, you get your ass beat
Swisher Sweets, spliff, get a whiff of that Indo blast
Rims gleamin' on the pavement, catchin' eyes as I pass
Downin' some Hennessy, a friend of me is some money, though
Romance with no finance is a nuisance, f*ck that honey, though
Droppin' bombs, packin' tones from players to killers and macks, skull peelers, rollin', ho pullin', (Motherf*cker) can you buy that?
[Chorus: 211]
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, b*tch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that ho money, b*tch
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, b*tch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that ho money, b*tch
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, b*tch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that ho money, b*tch
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, b*tch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that ho money, b*tch