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 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

[Verse 1: DDG]

(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 Millie, I 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, 248 to the 310

Niggas hatin', sayin' I wouldn't make it, I'm like "Say no more," bitch

[Chorus: DDG]

Sayin', "Free the guys," 'til my homie home

Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating '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

[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 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

[Verse 3: DDG]

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

[Chorus: DDG]

Sayin', "Free the guys," 'til my homie home

Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating '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

[Verse 4: DDG]

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