Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Bustin' out the
A nigga jewelry real metal a can opener
I went from rags to to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with smart lips
And the F&N make my hip
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp
And my roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big
Quite trill, no Quik
I got drugs in the alley, no tip
She just have a good day
way more weed than a guy in L.A
I them birds 'til next May
let em fly away
What!? I ay
Listen my nigga Tip say

If it about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, wastin' my time
If it about the money
Nah I can't even hear you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me it

I'm packin' 11, I'm 11
I ride in a gator, my are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with
She try make the extras, I told on these
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on bitches

Ay what you think we in the for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of
I'll be damned if a nigga wipe a hoe
Learned from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put money down I could book a hard four
You playin' with it, send 'em through your car door
But while I flood the sick got prob' oh
I'm doin' it for and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put some in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no

If it ain't about the
Don't be me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my
If it ain't about the
Nah I even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the
Bitch, you can miss me with it, nigga miss me with it

I'm 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with
She try the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma on these bitches

Aye, you think we in the neighborhood for?
in the trap, slangin good blow
Maybach to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang AK
If you ever took a better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat blow your brains bout that
Know you better be, on your best when addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we let em be
disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony
For real, if you listen I can get you
But not interested in you say

If it ain't the money
be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my
If it ain't the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do
If it about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga me with it

I'm 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are
I'm slime like the reverend, I at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on bitches
When it's bout to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

Ay, you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner with a pocket full of dough
I'll be if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"