Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Bustin' out the
A nigga jewelry real like 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 my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these bitty shrimp dips
And my bank got a big dip
She gon' it on a big ship
Quite trill, no Trip
I got in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna have a day
Smoke way more than a guy in L.A
I want birds 'til next May
let em fly away
What!? I ay
Listen my nigga Tip say

If it ain't about the
Don't be blowin' me up, I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop my time
If it ain't about the
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can miss me it, bitch nigga miss me with 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 with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these
it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

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

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

I'm packin' 11, I'm 11
I ride in a gator, my are Guiseppe
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 these
When it's bout to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

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

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

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

Ay, you think we in the neighborhood for?
at the corner store 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"