Luyện nghe bài hát About The Money

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

If it ain't 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 ain't about the
Nah I can't even what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, nigga miss me with it

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

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

If it about the money
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 wastin' my
If it about the money
Nah I can't hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't the money
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 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

Aye, what you think we in the neighborhood
in the trap, slangin good blow
Maybach used to slang crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang AK
If you ever took a loss better bring that
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow brains bout that
Know you better be, on your best behavior when 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 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
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, wastin' my time
If it about the money
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, bitch nigga miss me it

I'm packin' 11, I'm 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are
I'm like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, stuck with lettuce
She try the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma 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 wife a hood ho
Learned from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones" nigga