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DDG & OG Parker – Hakuna Matata Lyrics

[Intro: DDG]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
What the fuck is a lil’ band to me?
(OG Parker)

[Chorus: DDG]
Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar
Now I caught Gucci all over my collar
I do this shit for my muhfuckin’ mama
My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya
Sharp as a needle, I’m really a scholar
I can be evil, so don’t even bother
I’m not with the drama, got too many commas
Not worried ’bout nada, “Hakuna matata”
Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar
Now I caught Gucci all over my collar
I do this shit for my muhfuckin’ mama
My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya
Sharp as a needle, I’m really a scholar
I can be evil, so don’t even bother
I’m not with the drama, got too many commas
Not worried ’bout nada, “Hakuna matata”

[Verse 1: DDG]
I put the smoke from the weed in my body
Some of y’all tweak off some muhfuckin’ molly
I feel amazing, can’t nobody stop me
My business is jumpin’ like it’s an ollie
Tryna explain it, but nobody get me
Leavin’ my homies that ain’t comin’ with me
I give all this service, but nobody tip me
They use me and move on as I’m empty
I can’t count a penny, a dollar, a benzie
I swipe for a thousand, my wallet got plenty
Don’t ask me for any, I’m sorry, I’m stingy
I was this way from the fuckin’ beginning
They said I’m changing, I never agree
Even with millions, I’m still DDG
From the Pontiac streets, bought a mansion for me
Niggas askin’ for me, why they askin’ for me?
‘Cause I’m actually rich and I’m havin’ it factually
Ain’t got no help, did it manually
Millions and millions come annually
I’m stackin’ the paper up gradually
What the fuck is a lil’ band to me?
Got a hundred K, randomly
If he hatin’, he a fan to me

[Chorus: DDG]
Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar
Now I caught Gucci all over my collar
I do this shit for my muhfuckin’ mama
My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya
Sharp as a needle, I’m really a scholar
I can be evil, so don’t even bother
I’m not with the drama, got too many commas
Not worried ’bout nada, “Hakuna matata”
Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar
Now I caught Gucci all over my collar
I do this shit for my muhfuckin’ mama
My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya
Sharp as a needle, I’m really a scholar
I can be evil, so don’t even bother
I’m not with the drama, got too many commas
Not worried ’bout nada, “Hakuna matata”

[Verse 2: Tyla Yaweh]
I don’t mess with you ’cause I know you fake
I’m droppin’ these dollars, I know you gon’ chase
I’m keepin’ the pot to “Hakuna matata”
I struggled so hard, I made minimum wage
So up, I’ma swerve the lanes
I stay on my vibe, I stay in my lane
I see that you livin’ in LA girl
And I’m really not givin’ no fucks ’bout fame
Drip drown in a McLaren, I hit it (Oh)
You know she a ten or I smack it, I hit
I swear, she on my radar
I’m straight from Florida, gator
Give a fuck ’bout what you think
I can smell that you are just so right
Chillin’ in a mansion, you know this shit dancin’
You know I got options, she ain’t average, yeah
I’m tarnished all the way
These are feelin’ laced
I hate society, I love each day awake
That’s a problem in my eyes, I hope it is synchronized
You know I was a broke kid, so you see when I homeless, though

[Chorus: DDG]
Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar
Now I caught Gucci all over my collar
I do this shit for my muhfuckin’ mama
My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya
Sharp as a needle, I’m really a scholar
I can be evil, so don’t even bother
I’m not with the drama, got too many commas
Not worried ’bout nada, “Hakuna matata”
Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar
Now I caught Gucci all over my collar
I do this shit for my muhfuckin’ mama
My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya
Sharp as a needle, I’m really a scholar
I can be evil, so don’t even bother
I’m not with the drama, got too many commas
Not worried ’bout nada, “Hakuna matata”

DDG & OG Parker – Money Long Lyrics

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[Intro]
G. Ry got me
OG Parker

[Chorus: DDG]
Sayin’, “Free the guys,” ’til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating ’cause my money long
I can’t tweak over thots, I got other hoes
Brodie servin’ fiends on the block with a runny nose
He got Wock’, he got lean in his double cup
I just hit the ‘sino for a band, watch I double up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch fuck it up
I’ma send yo’ ass to Miami for a tummy tuck

[Verse 1: DDG]
(Boom, boom) Hit his legs watch him walk it out
You was playin’ tough, why the fuck you wanna talk it out?
I just caught a nigga lackin’ at The Waffle House
Niggas know I’m drippin’ hella stupid when I’m poppin’ out
Bad bitch, she gon’ throw it back for a bunch of clout
Nigga say he want some smoke, it ain’t shit to knock him out
Rolls Royce, Richard Millie, I already spent a mil’
I was already rich, I ain’t really need a deal
I’ma change her life if I put her in this video
Flew her first class, she like “Daddy, where we finna go?”
Made it out the hood, 248 to the 310
Niggas hatin’, sayin’ I wouldn’t make it, I’m like “Say no more,” bitch

[Chorus: DDG]
Sayin’, “Free the guys,” ’til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating ’cause my money long
I can’t tweak over thots, I got other hoes
Brodie servin’ fiends on the block with a runny nose
He got Wock’, he got lean in his double cup
I just hit the ‘sino for a band, watch I double up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch fuck it up
I’ma send yo’ ass to Miami for a tummy tuck

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Shake that ass, shake that bag, so you rad, huh? (You rad)
Look in the basement on the table, bring all five of them (Bring all them hoes)
Blew up his weap’, just keep the neck, ’cause bitch I’m divin’ in (Bitch)
Shot in the neck, came out the coma, you can die again
Judge say I can’t drive again, fuck I got these whips for?
Plug just sent me five, on my son, send me six more
Boy I travel with blunts, ’cause on my son, you can get smoked
Pass the weed, my nigga, pass the beans

[Verse 3: DDG]
I got this weed in my lungs and this shit dope
Don’t bring your bitch ’round me none, she gon’ get poked
She want a nigga with funds, but that bitch broke
Ain’t givin’ kisses with tongues, I’ll hit though
Humble as fuck, but I know that I’m lit though
I spent two mil’ on my crib, that ain’t shit though
I spent a million on whips, still rich though
I know they sleep, that’s okay, they can get woke, bitch

[Chorus: DDG]
Sayin’, “Free the guys,” ’til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating ’cause my money long
I can’t tweak over thots, I got other hoes
Brodie servin’ fiends on the block with a runny nose
He got Wock’, he got lean in his double cup
I just hit the ‘sino for a band, watch I double up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch fuck it up
I’ma send yo’ ass to Miami for a tummy tuck

[Verse 4: DDG]
Whole lot of hoes tryna get with me
Straight from the ‘Yak, but these foreign hoes feelin’ me
I be fuckin’ way too much, I’m out of energy
Or it’s from the gas, I be ballin’ at dispensaries
Broke niggas envy me, wanna put an end to me
Call me DDG, I’m not your bro, you ain’t no kin to me
Hit a nigga bitch and now I got her eyes rollin’ back
Made it out the ‘Yak, ain’t no fuckin’ way I’m goin’ back, bitch

DDG – Moonwalking in Calabasas (Remix) Lyrics

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[Verse 1: DDG]
Ballin’ since I was jit
Way before Ultimate filmin’ the skits, I had a goal to get rich
Momma was strugglin’ paying the rent
I couldn’t help her with shit
Hate that I’m feelin’ so stuck in this bitch (Devo this shit hard)
Car broke down, can’t fix that shit
I cried at night, I’ll admit that shit
O2, old, I’ll whip that bitch
She left me ‘lone but I miss that bitch
If she text right now, I’ll hit that bitch
Old friends like “How you get that lit?”
Same old me but they think I switched
Fuck old friends I don’t know that bitch
Racks too big, can’t fold that shit
I ain’t get none when I owned that shit
Momma I told you we gon’ be okay
Whippin’ that Benz and she live in L.A
Tryna thank God but don’t know what to say

[Verse 2: Blueface]
Don’t call that lil ass place no estate
Unless it came with a pool and a gate
Check the rear before I pull in the gate
All my watches flooded just like a lake
Lately I’ve been showing up extra late
Rich nigga take her on a cheap date
4 for 4 Wendy’s get her a plate
Love when these nuts all up in her face
She say “Wow”, never met a nigga with dick in her house
Spit in her mouth, dick in and out with the choppa
In the couch for a rat or a mouse
[Chorus: DDG]
Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin’ through the Calabasas
Louie bag gotta hold the ratchet
Just in case a nigga want some action
Mm, got some millions but it’s just a fraction
Spendin’ money for my satisfaction
Benjamin’s, we don’t fuck with Jackson’s

[Verse 3: DDG]
Bet when I dropped, they don’t post that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All good though, I’ma note that shit
When I blow you’ll owe me bitch
Humble ass nigga but I know I’m rich (Yeah, rich ass fuck)
Fuck that shit i know I’m lit
If we beef I fuck your bitch
All of the niggas I beef on the internet
I hit up all of they bitches and get ’em wet
Call her Uber, I hit ’em and send ’em back
Do it in silence cause players’ ain’t in to that
No, oh, I hit his bitch on the low, oh
She said your dick game was so slow
And she had told me your broke (That’s tuff)

[Verse 4: Blueface]
That’s tough, that’s tough
Blueface and DDG, hoes at the BnB
Watching a DvD, giving her dvd
2020 Wagon, A-B-C-D-E-F-G
Get too close, it go bee-bee-bee-bee-bee
Road runner all he heard was me-me-me
Yer, seven-fifty in the horse
Hopped out the Porsche and I crashed the Porsche
Hop out the bed and I smash the whore
Knock-knock guess who’s at the door
Oops, forgot I ordered that Dior (Bop)
Came in straight from Europe (Bop)
[Pre-Chorus: DDG]
Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
She want dick, she needy, freaky
I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini
She off X, she sleepy, sleepy, yeah
Make me a wish no genie, genie
Vanish on niggas just like Houdini

[Chorus: DDG]
Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin’ through the Calabasas
Louie bag gotta hold the ratchet
Just in case a nigga want some action
Mm, got some millions but it’s just a fraction
Spendin’ money for my satisfaction
Benjamin’s, we don’t fuck with Jackson’s

[Outro: DDG]
Benjamin’s, we don’t fuck with Jackson’s
I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin’ through the Calabasas