Peewee Longway & Money Man – Long Money lyrics

[Intro]
Fatboi Cash

[Chorus: Money Man, Peewee Longway]
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing (Now)
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing (Now)
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing now

[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
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? / you came 'round my way now]
Pocket full of money, I’m doin' my motherfucking thing now

[Verse 2: Money Man]
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 motherfucking 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
Long money, bitch

[Chorus: Money Man, Peewee Longway]
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing (Now)
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing (Now)
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing now

[Verse 3: Money Man]
I'm rockin' Dior in the trap spot
We just switched up the house and it’s still hot
[ii'm the 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
[Got she feelin' she best, tea 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 motherfucking 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

[?] on her face, this is 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

[?] a homie, you in Atlanta, like two days
She want me and my girl, she go both ways
I just pulled out the rocket on Tuesday

[Chorus: Money Man, Peewee Longway]
With a pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing (Now)
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing (Now)
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing now
With a pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing (Now)
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing (Now)
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing now

[Outro]
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