Luyện nghe bài hát Daddy Get That Cash

Lil' Mo, at me
Get that cash

If you versus me, think about it
They gon' yell my name they announce the winner
And I 'bout to sell much
I got my honeys on the plane but the birds flyin' south for the

get ya self familiated
I'm so that, just knowin' myself makes me affiliated
What chu think honey 'em hammers for?
So she can spend 10 cent at Sander store?

We gon' hit Drive, drive on Beverly Hills
Though I love her, so I'm spendin' like 70
[Incomprehensible] keep ya big
Light a blunt and beg me to chill

Ain't a player but my life is all of the time
So she went and copped a gun a 'lil than mine
That's a down ass chick and she it real
So keep it real back all of the time

Daddy gotta get cash
(I'm ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it
Daddy get that cash
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm ta get it
gotta get that cash
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm ta get it)
Daddy gotta get cash
(I'm ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)

Daddy go and get cash
Go and get the black suit, grab the burner plus get match
She said, "Tell me you goin"
no doubt that I'm comin' in 'cause she could fit a little 9 or a 22

Right inside her bra or Klein underwear
Mami you could home and bag up the work
I'm just goin' out to play or nag up a jerk
If I kiss her then her melt

Listen dogg, you understand the work
That she in the garter belt
No doubt I love her, I'ma tell you the
But don't get it up and get fucked up
thing sweet about P is his tooth

And she could sleep with dude
She gon' tell me where the at
The coke at, how to rob his too
Daddy go and get cash
what my honey holla'd out every time I hit that ass

Daddy gotta get that
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm ta get it)
Daddy get that cash
(I'm ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)
Daddy get that cash
(I'm ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)
Daddy gotta get cash
(I'm ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)

Since you helped daddy get cash
Get the condom and the mink and the ring and the gift Jag
And you still got the bomb ass, I pay the and the rent
But it real boo, you pay the Conair

If I get knocked, she in the B I
With some money on my books, weed to a nigga
And don't worry about shit, 'cause I be out
No that's my Booby-cat

She drop my bricks off on Broadway
Then she go and get a wrapped
Lookin' at the God, like we all a
One pop for the pasta, one pop for the
Styles, dick one shot for the door

And it's sorta we Bonnie and Clyde
I load the up, she gon' roll the booby up, then mami abide
And she said, "Daddy get cash"
She know I would but had no that I would skip that fast

gotta get that cash
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm ta get it)
Daddy gotta get that
Daddy gotta get that