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Peewee Longway - Long Money Lyrics

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Peewee Longway - Long Money Lyrics
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[ Featuring Money Man ]

Fatboi Cash

Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now

I spent two bricks on my chain, bitch can't get no wedding gown
We don't get the same cut you can't ride my wave now
Pocket full of money, I'm doin' my motherf*cking thing now

My diamonds pure like cocaine, GT take up two lanes
Ap just for my boo thing, double R truck like 2 Chainz
Bricks in the city like Pootang, strip a nigga down like Blue Flame
Soak the game up like lo mein, flew to the West, brought propane
We sendin' the signature "no name", the block get hot like Lil Wayne
Pay me for a final fee, a Gallet '93
My bitch bad, China Lee (do your motherf*cking thing now), huh
Dior my feet with the bumblebee, I got them racks, Serena Wee
I get them bricks for ten a key, she eat up the dick, she feelin' me
Longway, bitch

Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now

I'm rockin' Dior in the trap spot
We just switched up the house and it's still hot
On my shit in a whole 'nother league with it
Gotta keep me a fire, I'ma sleep with it
I'm just hittin', she know she can't be with me
Yeah she slim and she bad and she with it
Yeah, she look like a stallion like Meg with it
Gotta hit it from the back and get head with it
Step on you and your dog, leave you dead with him
Boy, you still layin' down, have you bed ridden
We don't talk to no motherf*cking 12, nigga
Got a condo that trap after 12, nigga
She gon' pop that lil' pussy for a real nigga
On my neck, no fugazi, these real crystals
This ain't a BB gun, this is a real pistol
I don't rock with no fakes just some real people
When that loud in the air, I don't hear people
Got that drip, I be fly, like a airplane
Rockin' beanies and turbans like Hussein
And I just caught me a play out the Mulsanne
Got the circle and I got a new wave
On the whole, you in Atlanta, like two days
She want me and my girl, she go both ways
I just pulled out the rocket on Tuesday

Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now

Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
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Fatboi Cash

Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now

I spent two bricks on my chain, bitch can't get no wedding gown
We don't get the same cut you can't ride my wave now
Pocket full of money, I'm doin' my motherf*cking thing now

My diamonds pure like cocaine, GT take up two lanes
Ap just for my boo thing, double R truck like 2 Chainz
Bricks in the city like Pootang, strip a nigga down like Blue Flame
Soak the game up like lo mein, flew to the West, brought propane
We sendin' the signature "no name", the block get hot like Lil Wayne
Pay me for a final fee, a Gallet '93
My bitch bad, China Lee (do your motherf*cking thing now), huh
Dior my feet with the bumblebee, I got them racks, Serena Wee
I get them bricks for ten a key, she eat up the dick, she feelin' me
Longway, bitch

Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now

I'm rockin' Dior in the trap spot
We just switched up the house and it's still hot
On my shit in a whole 'nother league with it
Gotta keep me a fire, I'ma sleep with it
I'm just hittin', she know she can't be with me
Yeah she slim and she bad and she with it
Yeah, she look like a stallion like Meg with it
Gotta hit it from the back and get head with it
Step on you and your dog, leave you dead with him
Boy, you still layin' down, have you bed ridden
We don't talk to no motherf*cking 12, nigga
Got a condo that trap after 12, nigga
She gon' pop that lil' pussy for a real nigga
On my neck, no fugazi, these real crystals
This ain't a BB gun, this is a real pistol
I don't rock with no fakes just some real people
When that loud in the air, I don't hear people
Got that drip, I be fly, like a airplane
Rockin' beanies and turbans like Hussein
And I just caught me a play out the Mulsanne
Got the circle and I got a new wave
On the whole, you in Atlanta, like two days
She want me and my girl, she go both ways
I just pulled out the rocket on Tuesday

Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now

Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherf*cking thing now
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Writer: Quincy Lamont Williams, Tysen Jay Bolding
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
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Performed By: Peewee Longway
Featuring: Money Man
Length: 2:33
Written by: Quincy Lamont Williams, Tysen Jay Bolding

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