Luyện nghe bài hát About U

[Intro:
And I'm so for real you

[Verse 1:
I poured up a six
With a bad, bad bitch
Ain't no what she on
When, when we done this again
ChaseTheMoney,
Find a bitch thick like this again
I you on my own
Buy shit like this again
Hope you not tryna run up, 'cause
I won't hesitate to shoot bitch
All this dope I got, all dope I got
It still as dope as you
Still ain't as as you

[Chorus:
Hit the streets, out
Sip lean, knockout
Fuck bitch, lay out (Oh, oh)
And I'm so for about you (I'm for real about you)
And I'm so for real you (So for real about you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for about you)
I go nowhere without you (Go nowhere without you)

[Verse 2:
W-wanna up your Benjamins
But you can't get set and shit
So you caught a flat on your again
Dropped it off, got it again
Versace on your bitch again
Got her on her paws a pit again
Ran off on plug, oh you did him in
Oh nah, she ain't from here, she not
(Not from at all)
All this guap I got, all guap I got
I might throw it on you
Just throw it on you
Gave my son all my 10s
Savin' all his again
Taught him how to a nine
Walked in Gucci, bought a nine in

Valee]
Hit the streets, out
Sip lean, knockout
that bitch, lay out (Oh, oh)
And I'm so for real you (I'm for real about you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for about you)
And I'm so for about you (So for real about you)
I go nowhere without you (Go nowhere without you)

3: DRAM]
Made my old bottom bitch my bottom bitch
Got her back to my wisdom and this dick again
I got two times in one lifetime, finna get rich again
Think it's 'bout that time my palms gettin' that itch again
I can't rub it off, pink molly look chicken skin
If you see me grindin' up my teeth, I'm on that again
If you see a ho with me, we friends with benefits
Ain't what you think, but what you think is not my business
No, not at all, ay, ay
All this guap, all this drip, it drop on your bitch
I get paid a scholarship, for playing colleges
School of hard knocks, big facts, part
Pools of Wockhardt, my heart won't
Sentiment, I don't really show it, al I is grind and gettin' it
I seen so many fuckin' commas from my penmanship
I'ma keep my left hand to that pad it fall off
For the love of and the Benjamins, year

[Chorus:
Hit the streets, out
Sip that lean,
Fuck bitch, lay out (Oh, oh)
And I'm so for real you (I'm for real about you)
And I'm so for about you (So for real about you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for about you)
I won't go nowhere you (Go nowhere without you)

[Outro:
stack up your Benjamins
W-wanna stack up Benjamins
ChaseTheMoney,