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 wanna sip Mo' on my living room
Nintendo with Cease and Nino
Pick up my say "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad in the morn'
my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tittie saying "B-I-G". Now it:
You be my main squeeze, baby
Don'tcha? You want to me what I need, baby
Won'tcha picture as my wife? Just think
mink, fat X and O links
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 that you would spread mustard?
got hot: you sent Feds to my spot
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
to find out you was fucking everybody
You knew me, the fake ID
in Virginia, body in D.C
Woe! Oh is me - that's what I get for
Pay my own bail, to ass-kickin'
in the door, waving the .44
All you heard was "Poppa hit me no more!"
my clique, my shit's imperial
Fuck around and her milk box material
You feel me? Sucking dick, running lips
Cause of you, I'm on real "fuck-a-bitch" shit

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

Niggas better grab a
on your dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than the pussy of a 6 feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this petite
Young bitch the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard, now niggas to hit it
me like a chicken, thinking I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killing than the jukes
count a million while you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit, get my in it
Get me open while I'm cumming down throat
Then, you wanna be my squeeze, nigga
Don'tcha? You wanna lick between my knees,
Don'tcha to see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave
Blow up spots on because I'm mad
Break up affairs, lick in the air
You get vexed and start swinging
Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol me
Pull out 9 while I cock 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 and Armani suits
Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9
Things that make up for all the games and the
cards saying "I apologize"
Is you with me? How could you ever me?
But a bitch, motherfucker, believe me
Naw I gay, this ain't no lesbo flow
Just a lil something to let you motherfuckers