Luyện nghe bài hát About The Money

Bustin' out the
A nigga jewelry real metal like a can
I went from rags to riches to a 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 roll got a big dip
She gon' it on a big ship
trill, no Quik Trip
I got in the alley, no tip there
She wanna have a good day
Smoke way more weed a guy in L.A
I want them 'til next May
Never let em fly
What!? I ay
Listen what my Tip say

If it ain't about the
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I gettin' up
If it ain't about the
no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't the money
Nah I even hear what you say, I ain't finna 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 shoes are
I'm like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck lettuce
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?
at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga a hood hoe
Learned that UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down I could book a four
You playin' it, I'ma send 'em through your car door
But I flood the shit sick got prob' oh
I'm it for black and yellow, free Hardo
The honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put bricks in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, well I don't to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no

If it ain't about the
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 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 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
Pants out the grocery store, stuck with lettuce
She try the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

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

If it about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't 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 can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch miss me with it

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

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