DDG - Money Long lyrics

[Intro] G. Ry got me OG Parker [Chorus: DDG] Sayin', "Free the guys," 'til my homie home Gotta keep a Glock, ni**as 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, b*tch fu*k it up I'ma send yo' ass to Miami for a tummy tuck [Verse 1: DDG] (Boom, boom) Hit his legs watch him walk it out You was playin' tough, why the fu*k you wanna talk it out? I just caught a ni**a lackin' at The Waffle House ni**as know I'm drippin' hella stupid when I'm poppin' out Bad b*tch, she gon' throw it back for a bunch of clout ni**a say he want some smoke, it ain't sh*t 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 ni**as hatin', sayin' I wouldn't make it, I'm like "Say no more," b*tch [Chorus: DDG] Sayin', "Free the guys," 'til my homie home Gotta keep a Glock, ni**as 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, b*tch fu*k it up I'ma send yo' ass to Miami for a tummy tuck [Verse 2: 42 Dugg] 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 b*tch I'm divin' in (b*tch) Shot in the neck, came out the coma, you can die again Judge say I can't drive again, fu*k 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 ni**a, pass the beans [Verse 3: DDG] I got this weed in my lungs and this sh*t dope Don't bring your b*tch 'round me none, she gon' get poked She want a ni**a with funds, but that b*tch broke Ain't givin' kisses with tongues, I'll hit though Humble as fu*k, but I know that I'm lit though I spent two mil' on my crib, that ain't sh*t though I spent a million on whips, still rich though I know they sleep, that's okay, they can get woke, b*tch [Chorus: DDG] Sayin', "Free the guys," 'til my homie home Gotta keep a Glock, ni**as 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, b*tch fu*k it up I'ma send yo' ass to Miami for a tummy tuck [Verse 4: DDG] Whole lot of hoes tryna get with me Straight from the 'Yak, but these foreign hoes feelin' me I be fu*kin' way too much, I'm out of energy Or it's from the gas, I be ballin' at dispensaries Broke ni**as 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 ni**a b*tch and now I got her eyes rollin' back Made it out the 'Yak, ain't no fu*kin' way I'm goin' back, b*tch