Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
Fuck niggas, get

You wanna sip Mo' on my living flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease and
Pick up my say "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad in the morn'
my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tittie saying "B-I-G". Now it:
You wanna be my squeeze, baby
Don'tcha? You want to give me I need, baby
Won'tcha picture as my wife? Just think
mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, was all that
Showed you the combinations and all that
Guess you could say the one I trusted
Who ever think that you would spread like mustard?
Shit got hot: you sent Feds to my
me to court, tried to take all I got
Another intricate plot, the said I raped her
"Damn, why she stick me for my paper?"
My Moschino ho, my Versace
to find out you was fucking everybody
You knew me, the fake ID
in Virginia, body in D.C
Woe! Oh is me - that's what I get for
Pay my own bail, commence to
Lick in the door, the .44
All you was "Poppa don't hit me no more!"
Disrespect my clique, my imperial
Fuck around and her milk box material
You feel me? Sucking dick, your lips
Cause of you, I'm on some "fuck-a-bitch" shit

Fuck bitches, get
Fuck niggas, get
bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get
bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get
Fuck bitches, get
Fuck niggas, get

Niggas better grab a
Grab on your dick as this gets deep
Deeper than the pussy of a 6 feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this petite
Young bitch from the street, to stay down
Used to bring work outta on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard, now niggas to hit it
Play me like a chicken, I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killing the stick-up jukes
Rather count a million while you eat my
Push me to the limit, get my in it
Get me while I'm cumming down your throat
Then, you be my main squeeze, nigga
Don'tcha? You wanna lick between my knees,
Don'tcha to see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave
Blow up spots on because I'm mad
Break up affairs, lick in the air
You get vexed and swinging everywhere
Me Now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out your 9 while I cock on
Yeah, what nigga? I got time for this
So what, nigga? I'm not trying to that shit
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani
Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9
Things that make up for all the and the lies
cards saying "I apologize"
Is you with me? How could you deceive me?
But a bitch, motherfucker, believe me
Naw I ain't gay, this ain't no flow
a lil something to let you motherfuckers know