Money Long

DJ Chose

Dude was kinda

Speaking on you

In a negative manner

Gettin' all this bad air, an' I

I got on top of that for you

Believe that (Come here, bitch)

Money long (Yeah)

But my dick longer (It is)

Cell phone

Work that pussy, phone her

Send her home

Bitch, I'm a loner

Money long

But my dick longer

Say your pack strong, but my pack stronger

Mr. Bring it home (Bring it home)

Double California

Gonna get you head blown (Boom)

Drop a digit on her

You say your money long

But my dick longer

Let the Dons step out planes

I go dumb, hold on wait

Bread winner, I don't wait

Watch you skrrt, ain't no brakes

Black on black, matchin' plates

Bet the hat, match the cape

Back to back, I'm on drank

Matter a fact, thats a shame

Gettin' better, sippin' lesser

Gettin' ahead of everything

Watch plain, rockin' chain

Get two chains, for some change

I'm Gucci lovin', I don't change

Why not get that through your brain?

I'm jock, big body range

I'm glad, we not the same

Trying to get back to that Rico

But I had to fly to Spain

Hold up let me take this call

I just got off the phone with May

State your business, state the business

When can I get in your face?

Bread winner, how I came

I got weight on my name

And that's on game

Money long (Yeah)

But my dick longer (It is)

Cell phone

Work that pussy, phone her

Send her home

Bitch, I'm a loner

Money long

But my dick longer

Say your pack strong, but my pack stronger

Mr. Bring it home (Bring it home)

Double California

Gonna get you head blown (Boom)

Drop a digit on her

You say your money long

But my dick longer

Thumbin' through it

I'm with one of my killas

I really think they belong in a kennel

I am gonna die strong arming the city

Sneak geek pour it up and I sip it

Flatter me, I be going in slippers

I'll dive in yo shit in a minute

Sometimes I get awkward attention

Calm down my reflection a killer

Here's Khaza if you do not remember

I rock a T-shirt and a fitted

Snap back, put a hole in your center

Really that, I'm controllin' the temperature

You ain't heard, I'm supplyin' the weather

Out the country like miles, I'm everywhere

Hashish hundred pounds or better

Just me, hit the town excessive

Two times, dick her down, I'm pressured

Like kids, say mines is better

I'm yeah, hey I be steppin'

Flash out sometimes it special

A cigarette breath holds a mirror

You foul, please leave my presence

Bling blaow! My gold reflective

I smile and that's a blessin'

Money long (Yeah)

But my dick longer (It is)

Cell phone

Work that pussy, phone her

Send her home

Bitch, I'm a loner

Money long

But my dick longer

Say your pack strong, but my pack stronger

Mr. Bring it home (Bring it home)

Double California

Gonna get you head blown (Boom)

Drop a digit on her

You say your money long

But my dick longer

DJ Chose

I'm saying, wha-what up? 'Cause I'm really retarded.