Luyện nghe bài hát About The Money (Remix)

Bustin' out the
A nigga jewelry real 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 these little bitty shrimp
And my bank got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big
Quite trill, no Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip
She just wanna have a day
Smoke way more weed a guy in L.A
I want them 'til next May
Never let em fly
What!? I ay
Listen what my Tip say

If it about the money
be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't the money
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 do shit
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, nigga miss me with 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, stuck with lettuce
She try the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay 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 if a nigga wipe a hood hoe
that from UGK back in "Pocket Full 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 shit sick got oh
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, Hardo
The honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga
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 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, 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 me with it, bitch nigga miss 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 store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these

Aye, what you think we in the neighborhood
in the trap, slangin good blow
Maybach used to that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang AK
If you ever took a loss better bring that
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains bout
Know you better be, on your behavior when addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we let em be
Niggas disrespect me, I'm a a felony
For real, if you listen I can get you
But not in shit you say

If it about the money
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 my time
If it about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I finna do shit
If it ain't about the
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga 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 shoot at the
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with
She try make the extras, I told on these
When it's bout to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

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