Luyện nghe bài hát About The Money

Bustin' out the
A nigga jewelry metal like a can opener
I went rags to riches to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart
And the F&N my hip limp
I'm fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips
And my bank got a big dip
She gon' it on a big ship
Quite trill, no Quik
I got drugs in the alley, no tip
She wanna have a good day
way more 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 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 you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me it

I'm packin' 11, I'm 11
I in a gator, my shoes 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 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 that UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down I could a hard four
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through car door
But while I flood the sick got prob' oh
I'm doin' it for and yellow, free Hardo
The honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco,
Niggas talk shit, I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no

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 my line, stop wastin' my time
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, 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 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

Aye, you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin in the trap, good blow
Maybach to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he that AK
If you ever took a loss better that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow brains bout 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 in shit you say

If it ain't about the
be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the
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 ain't about the
Bitch, you can me with 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 at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck lettuce
She try the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

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