Money Long feat. 42 Dugg

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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 fuck 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 fuck 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 clout 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," 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 fuck 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 Blew up his weap', you should keep the next, bitch, I'm divin' in Shot in the neck, came out the coma, you can die again Judge say I can't drive again, fuck 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 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 poked She want a nigga with funds, but that bitch broke Ain't givin' kisses with tongues, I'll hit though Humble as fuck, but I know that I'm lit though 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 fuck 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 fuckin' way too much, I'm out of energy 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' back Made it out the yak, ain't no fuckin' way I'm goin' back, bitch