Money Long
(G. Ry got me)
(OG Parker)
Sayin', "Free the guys," 'til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hatin' 'cause my money long
I can't tweak over thots, I got other hoes
Brodie servin' fiends on the block with a runny nose
He got Wock', he got lean in his double cup
I just hit the 'sino for a band, watch how I double up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch fuck it up
I'ma send yo' ass to Miami for a tummy tuck
(Boom, boom) Hit his legs watch him walk it out
You was playin' tough, why the fuck you wanna talk it out?
I just caught a nigga lackin' at The Waffle House
Niggas know I'm drippin' hella stupid when I'm poppin' out
Bad bitch, she gon' throw it back for a bunch of clout
Nigga say he want some smoke, it ain't shit to knock him out
Rolls Royce, Richard Mille, already spent a mil'
I was already rich, I ain't really need a deal
I'ma change her life if I put her in this video
Flew her first class, she like, "Daddy, where we finna go?"
Made it out the hood, 2-4-8 to the 3-1-0
Niggas hatin', sayin' I wouldn't make it, I'm like, "Say no more," bitch
Sayin', "Free the guys," 'til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hatin' 'cause my money long
I can't tweak over thots, I got other hoes
Brodie servin' fiends on the block with a runny nose
He got Wock', he got lean in his double cup
I just hit the 'sino for a band, watch how I double up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch fuck it up
I'ma send yo' ass to Miami for a tummy tuck
Shake that ass, shake that bag, so you rad, huh? (You rad)
Look in the basement on the table, bring all five of them (bring all them hoes)
Blew up his weap', just keep the neck, 'cause bitch I'm divin' in (bitch)
Shot in the neck, came out the coma, you can die again
Judge say I can't drive again, fuck I got these whips for?
Plug just sent me five, on my son, send me six more
Boy I travel with blunts, 'cause on my son, you can get smoked
Pass the weed, my nigga, pass the beans
I got this weed in my lungs and this shit dope
Don't bring your bitch 'round me none, she gon' get poked
She want a nigga with funds, but that bitch broke
Ain't givin' kisses with tongues, I'll hit though
Humble as fuck, but I know that I'm lit though
I spent two mil' on my crib, that ain't shit though
I spent a million on whips, still rich though
I know they sleep, that's okay, they can get woke, bitch
Sayin', "Free the guys," 'til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hatin' 'cause my money long
I can't tweak over thots, I got other hoes
Brodie servin' fiends on the block with a runny nose
He got Wock', he got lean in his double cup
I just hit the 'sino for a band, watch I double up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch fuck it up
I'ma send yo' ass to Miami for a tummy tuck
Whole lot of hoes tryna get with me
Straight from the 'Yak, but these foreign hoes feelin' me
I be fuckin' way too much, I'm out of energy
Or it's from the gas, I be ballin' at dispensaries
Broke niggas envy me, wanna put an end to me
Call me DDG, I'm not your bro, you ain't no kin to me
Hit a nigga bitch and now I got her eyes rollin' back
Made it out the 'Yak, ain't no fuckin' way I'm goin' back, bitch