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 with some smart lips
And the F&N my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp
And my roll got a big dip
She gon' it on a big ship
Quite trill, no Quik
I got in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna a good day
Smoke way weed than a guy in L.A
I want them 'til next May
let em fly away
What!? I ay
Listen what my Tip say

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

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

Ay what you think we in the for?
Standin' at the corner store a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga a hood hoe
Learned from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put money down I could book a hard four
You with it, I'ma send '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, no Tonto, nigga
I'm to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no
No murder, no dough, no

If it ain't about the
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, stop my time
If it ain't the money
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 nigga me with it

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

Aye, what you we in the neighborhood for?
Standin in the trap, good blow
Maybach used to slang crack
Buy a stolen car he bang that AK
If you ever took a loss better that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat blow your brains bout that
Know you better be, on your best behavior addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we let em be
Niggas disrespect me, I'm a a felony
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 about the
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my
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 slime the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with
She try the extras, I told on these bitches
it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

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