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Money Long (feat. 42 Dugg)
DDG & OG Parker
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OG Parker 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 ho's 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 **** it up I might 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 **** 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 clou Nigga say he want some smoke, it ain't shit to knock him out Rolls Royce, Richard Millie, I already spent a mill I was already rich, I ain't really need the 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 won't make it, I'm like "Say no more," bitc 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 ho's 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 **** it up I might send yo' ass to Miami for a tummy tuck Shake that ass, shake that bag so you rad, huh? Look in the basement on the table, bring all five of them Keep the next bitch, I'm divin' i Shot in the neck, came out the coma, you can die again Judge say I can't drive again, **** I got these whips for Plug just sent me five, but my son just sent 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 the shit dope Don't bring your bitch 'round me none, she gon' get poke She want a nigga with funds, but that bitch brok Ain't givin' kisses with tongues, I'll hit though Humble as ****, but I know that I'm lit thoug I spent two mill 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 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 ho's 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 **** it up I might send yo' ass to Miami for a tummy tuck Whole lot of ho's tryna get with me Straight from the yak, but these foreign ho's feelin' me I be ****in' way too much, I'm out of energ 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' bac Made it out the yak, ain't no ****in' way I'm goin' back, bitc
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