peewee longway - that boy right there lyrics
[hook]
all of my money neat
all of my b-tches freaky
everybody know it
it ain’t a secret, (x2)
that boy right there got dough
that boy right there got money
that boy right there got hoes
that boy right there on go
that boy ain’t gon fold
(that boy right there) x4
[longway]
run up on yo -ss wit the dirty stick
margiela steppin on the bricks
cavahli my body, i come from narcotics
i been kidnapped yo b-tch
swagger too dope a whole bag on my outfit
auti quattro forgie mounted wit lipstick
jeremy scott adida wings
i believe that i can fly
molly hit me b-tches know that im booted
this ain’t a video, can be a movie
double down dirty harry don dealer
choppa spin like i’m lugi
on my command n-ggas tie up they boots
salute, my n-ggas come shoot
bought that president rollie five bricks on my wrist
african diamonds that come out the mine
007 coupe james bond, got a grand hustle like tip
i bought the same guns, look at this b-tch on the dapper don
that boy right there, trappin & rappin and put it in the air
catch it and serve it to that boy right there
hannah montana og gas no air
that boy right there give a f-ck !… (longway b-tch!)
[hook]
all of my money neat
all of my b-tches freaky
everybody know it
it ain’t a secret, (x2)
that boy right there got dough
that boy right there got money
that boy right there got hoes
that boy right there on go
that boy ain’t gon fold
(that boy right there) x4
[offset]
runnin round the lobby
chickens in the mazi
whippin up a brick like its habachi
givenchy stepping flyer than a pilot
my n-gga walkin rounf wit the rocket
they itchin scratchin for a body, move in silence
l-l-longway its been a long day, sippin activus like its a bombay
giuseppe when im steppin thats my feng shui
catch a n-gga slippin in the alley way
ya b-tch walkin round wit the club face
christian my louboutin’s with no lace
graa graa leavin no trace
get on yo knees n-gga say ya grace
freeze, like you seen the cops, bullets have you shakin dread locks
flintstones make her bed rock, mcflair yo b-tch she ina leg lock
desert eagle like the terminator, giuseppe stepping flavored alligators
ballin on you n-ggas wit no major
mansion 20 floors, 20 acres…
[hook]
all of my money neat
all of my b-tches freaky
everybody know it
it ain’t a secret, (x2)
that boy right there got dough
that boy right there got money
that boy right there got hoes
that boy right there on go
that boy ain’t gon fold
(that boy right there) x4
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