Hip-Hop/Rap
Money Long (feat. 42 Dugg)
by DDG & OG Parker
Release Date:
2021-03-05
Lyrics
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
