DDG - Money Long (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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DDG - Money Long (en) Lyrics
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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
(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
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
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
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