Luyện nghe bài hát About The Money

Bustin' out the
A nigga real metal like a can opener
I went from rags to to a feature with Tip
I went from Car to a bitch with some smart lips
And the F&N my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these bitty shrimp dips
And my bank got a big dip
She gon' it on a big ship
trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip
She just wanna a good day
Smoke way more than a guy in L.A
I want them birds 'til May
Never let em fly
What!? I ay
what my nigga Tip say

If it ain't about the
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I gettin' up
If it about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my
If it about 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 me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

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

Ay you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a wipe a hood hoe
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket of Stones"
Put your money down I could book a hard
You with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door
But while I flood the sick got prob' 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, I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no

If it about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I gettin' up
If it ain't the money
no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the
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 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 at the reverend
out the grocery 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

Aye, what you think we in the neighborhood
in the trap, slangin 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' betcha' heat will blow your brains bout that
Know you better be, on your best behavior addressing 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 interested in you say

If it about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I gettin' 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 can't even hear you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the
Bitch, you can miss me with it, 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 shoot at the
Pants out the grocery store, they with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these
When it's bout time to pay I'ma on these bitches

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