LightSkinMac11 - Money Long lyrics

[Hook] How you wrong but your money long? How you wrong but your money long? Ye ain't wrong if the money long How you wrong when your money long? If your money long, how a n***a wrong? Ye ain't wrong when your money long How you wrong but your money long? Ye ain't wrong if your money long [Verse 1] I just f**ed a n***a's b**h and I left her in a ditch She was really on my list but the b**h wouldn't listen Listen, all my n***as inmates All my n***as menace, all my n***as ready for the [?] I'ma keep the peace, I'ma get you k**ed later n***as pocket watchin' but it ain't no calculation n***as speculatin', b**hes speculatin' I just want relations with your old lady If you gettin' money, you ain't wrong, okay Take another n***a's b**h and put her in your f**in' home, okay Take your other wrist and put some ice up on that sh**, okay Ye ain't wrong, ye ain't wrong, ye ain't wrong, ye ain't wrong, okay [Hook] [Verse 2] Know word on the street gotta be street f** you, b**h, I'm in love with me Just got a bag, I'ma spend it on my own And she just got mad so I left her on her own How you mad when another n***a b**h on your arm? How you wrong when your money so long? Money in my hand, while your palm still itchin' She only call my phone when her n***a start b**hin' [?] Oh lord I'ma need me a witness [?] in the telly, in her mouth like a dentist I love my dog, n***a, f** these b**hes She love me, dog, you can f** my n***as She love you dog, she just get you richer I'm just tryna see the bigger picture I'm just tryna see the bigger picture She can make you Paul George leg I'ma have to grip her like a spare I'ma have to treat her like a kid Mac11 got a few kids Pitt, over there it's a pitt Over there, everywhere I'm at it's a pitt right there Pitt over there, it's a pitt over there Everywhere I'm at it's a pitt right there [Hook] [Verse 3] I just bought a n***a's b**h, I ain't use Craigslist I just showed her my wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist n***as try to pull rich just to get this If you ask about the wrist I'ma have to tell you this I'm so [?], [Free Lil Holly boy?] We got hella bands, boy you wish you could Boy I wish you would, bands a make you die Ooh, sit back, count booku Ooh, it's all I do Ooh, they want this money Ooh, I'ma tell the truth sh**, gotta work real, real, real hard And can stack that money, you can tell that b**h like... [Hook]