Luyện nghe bài hát Arrangement

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[Verse 1:
I got yo bitch naked 'cross the bed, no rosary
up this bread like a banker, just a fee
She wanna refill, so I get ho a B
Niggas on the sideline yellin' "Who the is he?"
Bitch I'm mac gun, you can me Cody B
overseas, passports all over me
White leather seats lookin' like leaf
Every I crank up the woofer sittin' on a key
I'm Gucci up, house note on my feet
Linen button-up like I'm walkin' on the beach
Blind hoes notice me in my Range Jeep
So they wanna come and talk to me Jodeci
Smokin' in the morning, and when I go to
Blowin' presidential man I think they 'about to for me
Any event we like a frat, no toga sheet
If money ain't the [?]

If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say
In the VIP we champagne-spray
I'm in the club lookin' a bank statement
If you cash, I can make arrangement
in the club, ain't pay shit
Broke niggas hate, caus' they shit
I'm gettin' to the cash pockets on
If you cash, I can make arrangement

[Verse 2: Gambino]
Cody Bean Sr., pushin' mean
You don't know Childish, nigga me
Eastside Atlanta, nigga in a Waffle House
If it money, man, we ain't got shit to talk about
compound, my 20-room house
So big my ex-girls ain't move out
If you talkin' cash, don't say shit
My bank account look like when kids break shit
Ooooooo, if I'm breathin' I can it
Watching all my dreams get together an ampersand
the new shit, mixtape management
Show these how to do it, all I want's my ten percent
Porsche brand new, passed 'em a hundred
my girl 5'2", even her growth stunted
It's the nigga y'all knew back when I flipped cards
Now my meals free when I don't the fifth star
We can make arrangements, old Cambridge
Meetin' with the moguls, make 'em and they owe you
the kid you used to talk about, I'm watchin' people get up on it
On Worldstar and I ain't have to have a nigga
Flow's always cold, the whole soul anemic
Never left that hard shit, a always constipated
Got the change for my on froze, no more movin' weight
hard, ice king, no more Finn and Jake
Love or hate you gotta say the hype is something
As long as all of 'em bloggin' I'm Richard Branson
Shit talkers still talk, on my billboard
to take the Q home, now I hang with schoolboys
So iconic, Black Kennedy shit
Man I'm so ironic, man ratchet need a fix
Droppin' new shit and the haters get the
Don't be surprised when he ask you the cash at