Luyện nghe bài hát About The Money

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

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 ringin' my line, 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 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 shoes are
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the
Pants out the store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I on these bitches
When 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 damned if a nigga wipe a hoe
that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your down I could book a hard four
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through 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 bricks in a Bronco,
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 about the money
Ain't no use in you 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 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
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with
She try make the extras, I told on these
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 used to that crack
Buy a stolen car he bang that AK
If you ever took a loss better bring that
Catcha' witcha' betcha' will blow your brains bout that
Know you better be, on best behavior 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 about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my
If it ain't about the
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 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 stuck lettuce
She try the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

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