Money Long

[Intro]
G. Ry got me
OG Parker
[Chorus: DDG]
Sayin, 'Free the guys,' til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating cause my money long
I cant 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, ***** **** it up
Ima send yo ass to Miami for a tummy tuck
[Verse 1 : DDG]
(Boom, boom) Hit his legs watch him walk it out
You was playin tough, why the **** you wanna talk it out?
I just caught a nigga lackin at The Waffle House
Niggas know Im drippin hella stupid when Im poppin out
Bad *****, she gon throw it back for a bunch of clout
Nigga say he want some smoke, it aint shit to knock him out
Rolls Royce, Richard Millie, I already spent a mil
I was already rich, I aint really need a deal
Ima 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, 248 to the 310
Niggas hatin, sayin I wouldnt make it, Im like 'Say no more,' **** *
[Chorus: DDG]
Sayin, 'Free the guys,' til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating cause my money long
I cant tweak over thots, I got other hoes
Brodie servin fiends on the block with a runny nose
He got Wock, he gotlean in his double cup
I just hit the sino for a band, watch I double up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, ***** **** it up
Ima send yo ass to Miami for a tummy tuck
[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
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 ***** Im divin in (*****)
Shot in the neck, came out the coma , you can die again
Judge say I cant drive again, **** 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
[Verse 3: DDG]
I got this weed in my lungs and this shit dope
Dont bring your ***** round me none, she gon get poked
She want a nigga with funds, but that ***** broke
Aint givin kisses with tongues, Ill hit though
Humble as ****, but I know that Im lit though
I spent two mil on my crib, that aint shit though
I spent a million on whips, still rich though
I know they sleep, thats okay , they can get woke, *****
[Chorus: DDG]
Sayin, 'Free the guys,' til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating cause my money long
I cant 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, ***** **** it up
Ima send yo ass to Miami for a tummy tuck
[Verse 4: DDG]
Whole lot of hoes tryna get with me
Straight from the Yak, but these foreign hoes feelin me
I be ****in way too much, Im out of energy
Or its from the gas, I be ballin at dispensaries
Broke niggas envy me, wanna put an end to me
Call me DDG, Im not your bro, you aint no kin to me
Hit a nigga ***** and now I got her eyes rollin back
Made it out the Yak, aint no ****in way Im goin back, *****