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Snoop Dogg Reveals He Recently Turned Down A $100 MILLION OnlyFans Offer After His Wife Said No

Source - Snoop Dogg says OnlyFans recently came a-knockin' with a nutso $100 million offer to show off the family jewels, but his wife's not ready to share his beans or frank with the public ... not even for 9 figures!!!

The legendary rap star has been married for 27 years and told his pal Slink Johnson on his "Wake & Bake With Double S Express" podcast that OF had one simple request -- "pull that thang out" and the $100 million would be all his!!!

Snoop Dogg reminded Slink that his wife Shante Broadus, who also doubles as his manager, was Black BLACK ... and no amount of money would green-light his sexual eruption online.

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Good for Snoop. Good for his wife. What's another $100 million when you've already got $160 million in the bank? And I know that's an insane thing to write, but it's true. At this point in his life Snoop doesn't need to be slinging his dick around on the internet. 

The real story here is the fact that the OnlyFans guys have $100 MILLION to throw at Snoop Dogg's dick. Does anybody even want to see that? He's 52 years old and composed of mostly smoke - I'm sure it's not that great. Or maybe it is? I don't know. I guess I'm just amazed at how rich the OnlyFans founders are. I remember Dave told a story on radio (or maybe the rundown?) about being in a club in Miami where those guys walked in and the place parted like the red sea. I believe he said "I thought I was rich, but those guys have MONEY." Don't quote/fire me on that but you get the idea. There's money, there's fuck you money, and then there's "I'm going to give Snoop Dogg $100 million to fuck on camera" money. 

Having said all that, if I was Shante I am personally guiding my husband's cock into whatever hole would get me that payday. But hey, to each their own! Maybe that's why their marriage has lasted so long. Now here's my favorite Snoop moment of all time. Enjoy.

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