Money Long (feat. KEY! & LightSkinMac11)

How you wrong but your money long? How you wrong but your money long? Ye ain't wrong if the money long How you wrong when your money long? If your money long, how a nigga wrong? Ye ain't wrong when your money long How you wrong but your money long? Ye ain't wrong if your money long I just fucked a nigga's bitch and I left her in a ditch She was really on my list but the bitch wouldn't listen Listen, all my niggas inmates All my niggas menace, all my niggas ready for the [?] I'ma keep the peace, I'ma get you killed later Niggas pocket watchin' but it ain't no calculation Niggas speculatin', bitches speculatin' I just want relations with your old lady If you gettin' money, you ain't wrong, okay Take another nigga's bitch and put her in your fuckin' home, okay Take your other wrist and put some ice up on that shit, okay Ye ain't wrong, ye ain't wrong, ye ain't wrong, ye ain't wrong, okay Know word on the street gotta be street Fuck you, bitch, I'm in love with me Just got a bag, I'ma spend it on my own And she just got mad so I left her on her own How you mad when another nigga bitch on your arm? How you wrong when your money so long? Money in my hand, while your palm still itchin' She only call my phone when her nigga start bitchin' Oh lord I'ma need me a witness [?] in the telly, in her mouth like a dentist I love my dog, nigga, fuck these bitches She love me, dog, you can fuck my niggas She love you dog, she just get you richer I'm just tryna see the bigger picture I'm just tryna see the bigger picture She can make you Paul George leg I'ma have to grip her like a spare I'ma have to treat her like a kid Mac11 got a few kids Pitt, over there it's a pitt Over there, everywhere I'm at it's a pitt right there Pitt over there, it's a pitt over there Everywhere I'm at it's a pitt right there I just bought a nigga's bitch, I ain't use Craigslist I just showed her my wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist Niggas try to pull rich just to get this If you ask about the wrist I'ma have to tell you this I'm so [?], free [?] We got hella bands, boy you wish you could Boy I wish you would, bands a make you die Ooh, sit back, count booku Ooh, it's all I do Ooh, they want this money Ooh, I'ma tell the truth Shit, gotta work real, real, real hard And can stack that money, you can tell that bitch like...