Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

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

You sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease and
up my phone say "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the
my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on saying "B-I-G". Now check it:
You be my main squeeze, baby
Don'tcha? You want to give me what I need,
Won'tcha picture as my wife? Just think
Full-length mink, fat X and O
to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all
Guess you could say the one I trusted
Who would ever that you would spread like mustard?
Shit got hot: you sent Feds to my
me to court, tried to take all I got
Another intricate plot, the said 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
Cases in Virginia, in D.C
Woe! Oh is me - that's I get for trickin'
Pay my own bail, commence to
in the door, waving the .44
All you was "Poppa don't hit me no more!"
Disrespect my clique, my imperial
Fuck around and made her box material
You feel me? dick, running your lips
Cause of you, I'm on real "fuck-a-bitch" shit

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

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