Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Long, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Luca Brasi 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bread Winners' Association
Song language: English
Money Long |
DJ Chose |
Dude was kinda speaking' on you in a negative manner |
Gettin' out his body and then I got on top of that for you |
Believe that, come here, bitch |
Money long (money), but my dick longer (it is) |
Cellphone (yeah), won’t that pussy phone her (hello?) |
Send her home (yeah), bitch, I’m in a loner (what happened?) |
Money long (money), but my dick longer |
Say your pack strong (pack strong), but my pack stronger |
Mister bring it home (bring it home), double California |
Don’t get your head blown (boom), drop a digit on ya |
Say your money long (whew), but my dick longer |
Let the dons step off planes, I go dumb, hold up, wait (let's do it) |
Breadwinner, I don’t wait, what you skrt, ain’t no brakes (skrt) |
Black on black, matchin' plates, back to hat, match the K (brrat) |
Back to back, I’m on drank (I am), matter fact, that’s a shame (for real) |
Gettin' better, sippin' lesser (I'm him), damn near had everything (let's go) |
Watch plain, rockin' Jane (blow), get you changed for some change |
I’m Gucci love, and I don’t change, when I get that through your brain |
I’m shy, big body Range, I glide, we not the same |
Tryna get back to that rico, but I had to fly to Spain |
Hold up, let me take this call (do it), just got off the phone with Mane (god |
damn) |
Ain’t your business, state the business, when can I get in your face (all year) |
Breadwinner, how I came, I got weight on my name |
And that’s on gang |
Money long (money), but my dick longer (it is) |
Cellphone (yeah), won’t that pussy phone her (hello?) |
Send her home (yeah), bitch, I’m in a loner (what happened?) |
Money long (money), but my dick longer |
Say your pack strong (pack strong), but my pack stronger |
Mister bring it home (bring it home), double California |
Don’t get your head blown (boom), drop a digit on ya |
Say your money long (whew), but my dick longer |
Thumbin' through it, I’m with one of my killers, really think they belong in a |
kennel |
I’ma die strong-armin' the Civic (grr), sneak, geek, pour up in the sampler |
(yeah) |
Fly to me, I be goin' in slippers, I dive in your shit in a minute (come here, |
what’s up) |
Sometimes, I get awkward intentions (I do), calm down, my reflection a killer |
(man) |
That’s Kaza if you did not remember, I rock a t-shirt and a fitted (uh huh) |
Snapback, put a hole in your center (bow bow), really that, I’m controllin' the |
temperature (I am) |
Yeen heard? |
I’m supplyin' the weather (yew), out the country, like Miles, |
I’m extra (yew) |
Hashish, hundred pounds or better, diss me, hit the town excessive (woo) |
Two times, dick her down, I’m pressured (woo), like kids say, mines is better |
(it is) |
I’m him, yeah, I be steppin', flash out, sometimes I’m special (put it on |
sometimes) |
Cigarette breath hoes, I never, you fall, please leave my presence (beat it, |
aye) |
Bling blaow, my gold reflectin', I smile, and that’s a blessing |
Money long (money), but my dick longer (it is) |
Cellphone (yeah), won’t that pussy phone her (hello?) |
Send her home (yeah), bitch, I’m in a loner (what happened?) |
Money long (money), but my dick longer |
Say your pack strong (pack strong), but my pack stronger |
Mister bring it home (bring it home), double California |
Don’t get your head blown (boom), drop a digit on ya |
Say your money long (whew), but my dick longer |
DJ Chose |