C Stunna - Money Long Lyrics

And like that
We gone
Uh (DJ Drama) (Dramatic, nigga)

Nigga, don't get mad at me because your ho choosin'
The fake ones they hate, the real ones salute me
One hand up on the wheel, on that I cruisin'
Cup full of 'Migos, lookin' for a bitch that's bad and boujee
You ain't know about this drip until I put it on
Girl, if you ain't givin' huh, baby girl, you gone
I live this lifestyle with my thugs like Rich Homie Quan
Temper short for a broke bitch 'cause my money long

Racks long like Yao Ming around this motherf*cker
Real heartbreaker, bed shaker, I am not a lover
Ten bands three weeks straight, that's a triple-double
Nigga, you ain't from my way, then I could never trust ya
You can never say that Stunna man ain't up to somethin'
The rack shit cool a lil' bit, but I love stuntin'
Fit cost a grip, niggas know I spent 'bout ten hunnids
Posted up with somethin' brown skin, look like she mixed with somethin'
I can't even focus all the time, bag on my mind
Could've blew some cheese on your ho, but put it on my iron
Straight up out of Fort Myers, still crankin' Plies
Jit say that Stunna ain't that boy, know that nigga lyin'

Uh, ayy
Nigga, don't get mad at me because your ho choosin'
The fake ones they hate, the real ones salute me
One hand up on the wheel, on that I cruisin'
Cup full of 'Migos, lookin' for a bitch that's bad and boujee
You ain't know about this drip until I put it on
Girl, if you ain't givin' huh, baby girl, you gone
I live this lifestyle with my thugs like Rich Homie Quan
Temper short for a broke bitch 'cause my money long

(Gangsta Grizzillz)
Money longer like Lil Uzi
Money long like Baby and Slim
More money like Damon Wayans
Nigga, show me the money like Cuba Gooding
Get your money up, man
Still stuntin'
BTM