Singer: DDG
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Song: Money Long
DDG - Money Long Lyrics (LRC Advanced) (02:49-169-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:15.80]Sayin', "Free the guys, " 'til my homie home
[00:17.60]Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating 'cause my money long
[00:20.20]I can't tweak over thots, I got other hoes
[00:22.70]Brodie servin' fiends on the block with a runny nose
[00:25.30]He got Wock', he got lean in his double cup
[00:27.70]I just hit the 'sino for a band, watch I double up
[00:30.30]Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch fuck it up
[00:32.70]I'ma send yo' ass to Miami for a tummy tuck
[00:35.70](Boom, boom) Hit his legs watch him walk it out
[00:37.80]You was playin' tough, why the fuck you wanna talk it out?
[00:40.30]I just caught a nigga lackin' at The Waffle House
[00:42.80]Niggas know I'm drippin' hella stupid when I'm poppin' out
[00:45.40]Bad bitch, she gon' throw it back for a bunch of clout
[00:47.80]Nigga say he want some smoke, it ain't shit to knock him out
[00:50.30]Rolls Royce, Richard Millie, I already spent a mil'
[00:52.90]I was already rich, I ain't really need a deal
[00:55.40]I'ma change her life if I put her in this video
[00:57.80]Flew her first class, she like "Daddy, where we finna go?"
[01:00.50]Made it out the hood, 248 to the 310
[01:03.00]Niggas hatin', sayin' I wouldn't make it, I'm like "Say no more," bitch
[01:06.20]Sayin', "Free the guys, " 'til my homie home
[01:08.20]Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating 'cause my money long
[01:10.60]I can't tweak over thots, I got other hoes
[01:13.20]Brodie servin' fiends on the block with a runny nose
[01:15.80]He got Wock', he got lean in his double cup
[01:18.20]I just hit the 'sino for a band, watch I double up
[01:20.70]Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch fuck it up
[01:23.40]I'ma send yo' ass to Miami for a tummy tuck
[01:26.00]Shake that ass, shake that bag, so you rad, huh? (You rad)
[01:28.40]Look in the basement on the table, bring all five of them (Bring all them hoes)
[01:31.00]Blew up his weap', just keep the neck, 'cause bitch I'm divin' in (Bitch)
[01:33.40]Shot in the neck, came out the coma, you can die again
[01:36.00]Judge say I can't drive again, fuck I got these whips for?
[01:38.40]Plug just sent me five, on my son, send me six more
[01:40.90]Boy I travel with blunts, 'cause on my son, you can get smoked
[01:43.50]Pass the weed, my nigga, pass the beans
[01:46.10]I got this weed in my lungs and this shit dope
[01:48.50]Don't bring your bitch 'round me none, she gon' get poked
[01:51.00]She want a nigga with funds, but that bitch broke
[01:53.50]Ain't givin' kisses with tongues, I'll hit though
[01:56.10]Humble as fuck, but I know that I'm lit though
[01:58.50]I spent two mil' on my crib, that ain't shi...........
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