Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, wha-what

Mobster, turn shit up
Yeah, uh-huh uh
shit
Uh-huh uh-huh
Jayo, Jayo me on this one

Jayo, I hope I don't have to go back to slangin'
Hello but if I do that's I do
(That's I do)
Jayo, I hope I don't have to go back to slangin
Hello but if I do what I do
(That's I do)

Grindin' out of my aunty's backyard, that's the
I been havin' candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker
Get on the and hit me on my locker 'cause I'm fake ID havin'
Strikin' and drivin' on a suspended expired comes in

Buy it from the nigga with the best and the lowest prices
Spendin' that capital that the big advanced me
In of me with the next nigga
I love money I'm labeled rough rider
Known for bitch ass niggaz out of hidin'

Charlie Hustle, I I won't have to go back
To sellin' sticks but if I do that's what I do
Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
To sellin loop loop but if I do what I do

I stabs a nigga, and came out
his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunder chicken
Barely livin' and smokin' headache a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my nosed back to use

I'm dangerous it gets crucial, I loves conflict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin' niggaz for pounds of shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz the greenery
You gon' retaliate, nigga what mean to me? Bitch

When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on I'm takin' flight
It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin' the roof off bitch tonight
As you fall like Guy, for to swipe my pie
Nigga DIE while your bitch up the Beaumont

All my niggaz havin fancy
(Fancy dreams)
up 'cause we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

All my niggaz havin dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money
(A scheme)

All my bitches havin' dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money
(A scheme)

All my bitches fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

The freight, nigga the hype
Beotch, you gotta pay me just to on the mic
High, higher than a dust
Hella disrespectful, all up in the party loud

Systemized, a striker, when I was born
My mom and daddy shoulda named me 'cause I'm a Rider
survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine Street
Narcotic bomb preparer provider

I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin'
the, like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, finger fuck up in clubs
Take her home and get rug on my nuts

Stuck, Gordon's Gin and Duck
Nut, all on her and on her butt
Fuck, clientele
I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo

Up the glass is shatterin', it ain't matterin'
scatterin', see me and forty start splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you like flames
Niggaz got snake eyes get broke up like dice games

Fuck a bitch, why? skeezers don't please us
So I just go around fine wine like Jesus
And every I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote
Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, spinnin' like hundred spokes

All my bitches fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
up 'cause we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

drinkin' Krypton brothers is Snapple
Then I snap like a snapping
Nigga, shittin; on the keeps my land fertile
I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and

It's third and forty nigga
You know you gon' get
Get your while you can old man
Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran

Killa nigga put honey on 'em and feed 'em to my
See I leave no for the police dogs
Now off the low we go so let's flow
Lil' bitch, we the because the people said so

You tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits
Get these chips even if it means lettin' these have it

got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and out my strap
Motherfucker got out of place, I had to him
Reached into my and pulled out my strap, check it out

Nickle plated chrome planet Clint special
Designed strictly for and toe taggin
Po-po wrote me up a citation 'cause I was saggin' and
My bitch, by her

I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed, New Year's Eve
She to hit me with a fryin' pan, my attitude wasn't carin'
that hoe in front of her parents
More than a janitor

It mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin' on a roach, in a McDonald's parkin' lot
Throwin' up gang
To as if he was kind of first base coach

I luh I my egg poached, hard over easy
In the drive through, hollerin' at her

All my bitches havin' dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)