Money Long (Explicit) - DDG/OG PARKER/42 Dugg

Lyrics by：Darryl Granberry, Jr./Dion Haynes/Sean Momberger/Joshua Parker/Ryan Martínez

Composed by：Darryl Granberry, Jr./Dion Haynes/Sean Momberger/Joshua Parker/Ryan Martínez

OG Parker

DDG：

Sayin' "free the guys" 'til my homie home

Gotta keep a Glock n***as 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*s shake that a*s b***h f**k it up

I might send yo' a*s to Miami for a tummy tuck

Boom boom

Hit his legs watch him walk it out

You was playin' tough why the f**k you wanna talk it out

I just caught a n***a lackin' at The Waffle House

N***as know I'm drippin' hella stupid when I'm poppin' out

Bad b***h she gon throw it back for a bunch of clout

N***a say he want some smoke it ain't s**t 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***as hatin' sayin' I won't make it I'm like "Say no more" b***h

Sayin' "free the guys" 'til my homie home

Gotta keep a Glock n***as 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*s shake that a*s b***h f**k it up

I might send yo' a*s to Miami for a tummy tuck

42 Dugg：

Shake that a*s 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***h I'm divin' in

Shot in the neck came out the coma you can die again

Judge say I can't drive again f**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 w**d my n***a pass the beans

DDG：

I got this w**d in my lungs and the s**t d**e

Don't bring your b***h 'round me none she gon' get poked

She want a n***a with funds but that b***h broke

Ain't givin' kisses with tongues I'll hit though

Humble as f**k but I know that I'm lit though

I spent two mill on my crib that ain't s**t though

I spent a million on whips still rich though

I know they sleep that's okay they can get woke b***h

Sayin' "free the guys" 'til my homie home

Gotta keep a Glock n***as 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*s shake that a*s b***h f**k it up

I might send yo' a*s 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**kin' way too much I'm out of energy

Or it's from the gas I be ballin' at dispensaries

Broke n***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 n***a b***h and now I got her eyes rollin' back

Made it out the yak ain't no f**kin' way I'm goin' back b***h