Rinky Dinky
Bankroll Freddie, Gucci Mane
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(Drumma Boy) Clip long as an ironing board, heard it broke his spinal cord Rinky Dinky Records sent you a contract, what you signing for? I got M's but want some more, I sell dope, got bricks galore On the road like eights and Vogues, I'm gettin' head from my favorite whore Bring a stick to every show, push the broom, no Mop & Glo Told my goons to clear the room and kill ya soon, ya gotta go Play, ya lay, that's where you'll stay, try me, be nowhere to go Pulled up at the Texaco, shot him in his testicles Turned him to a vegetable, we fed him shells not vegetables We at the hospital 'cause we heard you still in critical Double back, triple back, quadruple, cut throat, we don't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' Walk a nigga down Sunday, throw it up Magic Monday Pockets full of money, you a monkey nigga with monkey children Country boys be buckin' love, how I cook, my wrist into it All I think is money, I don't need no money, don't need no jewelry Loyalty or nothin', 1017 to embalming fluid Clip long as an ironing board, heard it broke his spinal cord Rinky Dinky Records sent you a contract, what you signing for? I got M's but want some more, I sell dope, got bricks galore On the road like eights and Vogues, I'm gettin' head from my favorite whore Clip long as a Pringle can, can't get you, we get your man Don't go playing with my bands, we kidnap you like Ricky Tan I got bows, ayy, by the the ton, BKM, we having fun Go nowhere without my gun, you play, I put a hole in one Got .223 and ARs, we hollering, "Who want war with us?" That boy tough up on the net, but 'round us he a ho to us Got rich up off of grass, but I can't lie, I middleman some dust My plug, he had 'em 28, you know I Scottie Pippened him Was born with some pimp in him, his pop a ho, got simp in him This AK might rip through him, he say my name, don't mention him My trap house, it be rolling, even when I'm gone up on my tour So if you got it, come and shop, just have your bread, ayy, swing my door Clip long as an ironing board, heard it broke his spinal cord Rinky Dinky Records sent you a contract, what you signing for? I got M's but want some more, I sell dope, got bricks galore On the road like eights and Vogues, I'm gettin' head from my favorite whore
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Written by: Christopher Gholson, Freddie Gladney, Radric Davis
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