Luyện nghe bài hát About The Money

Bustin' out the
A nigga jewelry metal like a can opener
I went from rags to riches to a with Tip
I went Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips
And the F&N make my hip
I'm goin' fishin' these little bitty shrimp dips
And my bank got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big
Quite trill, no Quik
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 'til May
Never let em fly
What!? I ay
what my nigga Tip say

If it ain't the money
be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it about the money
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 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 shoes are
I'm slime like the reverend, I 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 neighborhood
Standin' at the corner with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga wipe a hoe
that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down I could book a hard
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em your car door
But I flood the shit sick got prob' oh
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, Hardo
The head honcho, no Tonto, nigga
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
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 do shit
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me it

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

Aye, what you think we in the neighborhood
in the trap, slangin good blow
Maybach used to slang crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang AK
If you ever took a better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains bout
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 in shit you say

If it ain't the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I gettin' 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 what you say, I ain't do shit
If it ain't about the
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch 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 grocery store, they stuck lettuce
She try the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma on these bitches

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