Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money

You sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo Cease and Nino
up my phone say "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the
Spin my V, smoke all my
Tattoo on tittie "B-I-G". Now check it:
You be my main squeeze, baby
Don'tcha? You want to me what I need, baby
Won'tcha picture life as my wife? Just
Full-length mink, fat X and O
Bracelets to match, conversation was all
you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say you'se the one I
Who would ever think you would spread like mustard?
Shit got hot: you sent Feds to my
Took me to court, tried to all I got
Another intricate plot, the bitch I raped her
"Damn, why she wanna me for my paper?"
My Moschino ho, my hottie
Come to find out you was fucking
You knew me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, in D.C
Woe! Oh is me - that's what I get for
Pay my own bail, commence to
in the door, waving the .44
All you was "Poppa don't hit me no more!"
my clique, my shit's imperial
Fuck around and made her box material
You me? Sucking dick, running your lips
Cause of you, I'm on some "fuck-a-bitch" shit

Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
Fuck niggas, get
bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get

Niggas better a seat
Grab on your dick as bitch gets deep
than the pussy of a bitch 6 feet
Stiff dicks feel in this little petite
Young bitch the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard, now press to hit it
me like a chicken, thinking I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killing the stick-up jukes
Rather count a million while you eat my
Push me to the limit, get my in it
Get me open I'm cumming down your throat
Then, you wanna be my squeeze, nigga
Don'tcha? You lick between my knees, nigga
Don'tcha to see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave
Blow up spots on bitches I'm mad
up affairs, lick shots in the air
You get and start swinging everywhere
Me Now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out your 9 while I on mine
Yeah, what nigga? I got time for this
So what, nigga? I'm not trying to hear shit
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani
Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9
Things make up for all the games and the lies
cards saying "I apologize"
Is you with me? How you ever deceive me?
But a bitch, motherfucker, believe me
Naw I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo
Just a lil something to let you know