Ron Brownz - Gimme 20 Dollars lyrics

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Ron Brownz - Gimme 20 Dollars lyrics

[Hook 1 - (x4)] No wifing in the club Gimme twenty dollars Gimme twenty dollars Gimme twenty dollars [Verse 1] No wifing in the club Rose got me bent all night I've been watching you got short pinned all night She a barbie and you been playing kent all night You a s**a she got you for your rent all night Play ya position in the club or gimme 20 dollarz No kissing in the club or gimme 20 dollarz No tricking in the club or gimme 20 dollarz You on a mission in the club so gimme 20 dollarz [Hook 2] No (no) hand (hand) cuffin' in the club (club!) No (no) hand (hand) cuffin' in the club (club!) (They ain't ready-ready!) No (no) hand (hand) cuffin' in the club (club!) No (no) hand (hand) cuffin' in the club (club!) [Verse 2] No wifin in the club! I can't cuff in the club, I ain't officer ricky JH flashy, fly like a frisbee Tea Bagz the movement, ya'll still with me (I'm still here) The boy shake down, we runz the cityy You know the motto, we keepz it gwinnin Rose bottles, yes we sippin Haze in the air [cough cough], yes we piffin Told you before, still dippin like lipton [Hook 1] [Verse 3] No wifin in the club! Nah gimme 20 dollarz for all you trickin Gimme 20 dollarz for Mmm Mmm kissin All you lovers, ya'll do the wifin I'll be the plumber, I'll do the pipin Tea Bag boys, sippin on bubb Usher a** n***ahz makin love in the club Big big tipper, Me Cafe b**h don't like me then she must (hey!) be gay [Hook 2] [Verse 4] No wifin in the club! DJ Self, sittin in a tree, k-I-s-s-I-n-g I won't eat her, I just beat her I call her a spare tire, pull her out when I need her And she sneaky (sneaky), real sneaky (sneaky) All the Tea Bag boyz call her freaky Straight to the telly, never pa** no dub Cause you never see self in the club in lovee [Hook 1] [Verse 5] No wifin in the club! You put me in a pot, I'm boiling hot (hot!) You wanna shop, girl I hope you got(got!) Me a trick, I think that's not (nope!) f** with Sha, I have you on the block (uh-huh!) Poppy stop, a hundred on the spot (wooo!) Bring it back so I could stack (like this!) Bring that a** so I could slap (like that!) Sha money, just like that (Uhh!) [Hook 2] [Verse 6] No wifin in the club! No handcuffin, it's over for that wife sh** I'm on my jerk dog, f** two dyke sh** Tall, red bone, 6'2" blonde nice tits And they got they own cush, just how I like it It's kingking no buying shots of patron I got the cali burner, one more round and I'm gone Young Tea Bag Pica**o and pimpin is my art So save that holdin hand sh** for ya man in central park [Hook 1]