DDG – Money Long (feat. 42 Dugg) Lyrics

Sayin’ “free the guys,” ’til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, n***** 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 a**, shake that a**, b**** f*** it up
I might send yo’ a** to Miami for a tummy tuck

(Boom, boom) Hit his legs watch him walk it out
You was playin’ tough, why the f*** you wanna talk it out?
I just caught a n**** lackin’ at The Waffle House
N***** know I’m drippin’ hella stupid when I’m poppin’ out
Bad b****, she gon throw it back for a bunch of clout
N**** say he want some smoke, it ain’t s*** 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
N***** hatin’, sayin’ I won’t make it, I’m like “Say no more,” b****

Sayin’ “free the guys,” ’til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, n***** 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 a**, shake that a**, b**** f*** it up
I might send yo’ a** to Miami for a tummy tuck

Shake that a**, shake that bag so you rad, huh?
Look in the basement on the table, bring all five of them
Blew up his weap’, you should keep the next, b****, I’m divin’ in
Shot in the neck, came out the coma, you can die again
Judge say I can’t drive again, f*** 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 n****, pass the beans

I got this weed in my lungs and the s*** dope
Don’t bring your b**** ’round me none, she gon’ get poked
She want a n**** with funds, but that b**** broke
Ain’t givin’ kisses with tongues, I’ll hit though
Humble as f***, but I know that I’m lit though
I spent two mill on my crib, that ain’t s*** though
I spent a million on whips, still rich though
I know they sleep, that’s okay, they can get woke, b****

Sayin’ “free the guys,” ’til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, n***** 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 a**, shake that a**, b**** f*** it up
I might send yo’ a** 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 f*****’ way too much, I’m out of energy
Or it’s from the gas, I be ballin’ at dispensaries
Broke n***** 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 n**** b**** and now I got her eyes rollin’ back
Made it out the yak, ain’t no f*****’ way I’m goin’ back, b****