Luyện nghe bài hát About The Money

Bustin' out the
A jewelry real metal like a can opener
I went from rags to riches to a feature Tip
I went from Smart Car to a with some smart lips
And the F&N my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with little bitty shrimp dips
And my bank got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big
trill, no Quik Trip
I got in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna have a day
Smoke way more than a guy in L.A
I want them birds next May
let em fly away
What!? I ay
Listen my nigga Tip say

If it ain't about the
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't up
If it about the money
no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it about the money
Nah I can't even hear you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga me with it

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

Ay what you think we in the for?
Standin' at the corner store with a full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga a hood hoe
that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down I book a hard four
You with 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 head honcho, nigga no Tonto,
I'm quick to put some in a Bronco, nigga
talk shit, well 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 the money
no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't do shit
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can miss me 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 the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck lettuce
She try make the extras, I on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these

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 bang AK
If you took a loss better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' will blow your brains bout that
Know you better be, on your best when addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we let em be
Niggas me, I'm a catch a felony
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
Ain't no use in you my line, stop wastin' 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, nigga miss me with it

I'm packin' 11, I'm 11
I in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the
Pants out the store, they stuck with lettuce
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 store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones" nigga