Luyện nghe bài hát Get That Money

I know some niggaz merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger
I'm somethin' I can't pronounce behind them phantom curtains

What is you hollin' bitch, I'm on some gangsta
She wanna make me dinner, I her make me rich
You fuckin' with a winner but I come a little
Hoe but bet I can take that and turn that shit to glitter

I leave the work with her, yeah, she my sitter
And if I find out she stealin' for I'ma kill her
I'm just a man so where the dollars at
[Incomprehensible] beat that until flowers black

She wanna on this I make her ride with that
Her in the ceilin' that's her survival pack
And do I her naw, man I just love her spirit
Blind, or crazy it's money over bitches

Now everybody I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller,
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that homie whatcha talkin'?

Now everybody that I know get that baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that baby
You get that or that blow you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

So getcha game up, a bitch, break a bitch
her down with work and tell her don't trip, take a trip
Getcha hustle up, the money's you make of it
These want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery

So stop stuntin' homie, promotin'
It ain't about whatcha makin', it's what ya totin'
Burn him up and leave him naked, bring him back to his
The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was that life

These niggaz think I'm 'cause I'm fallin' back
Bitch I got in the walls for that
Youngin' get it from the ground homie the hood down and
Don't make a sound if them swing around this bitch

Do ya thang, hustle try to stay low
is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch
But shawty they ain't fuckin' with
Let niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap, yeah

Now everybody that I get that money baby
And we worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie talkin'?

Now everybody that I know get that money
And we ain't worryin' them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller,
If you ain't talkin' 'bout dough homie whatcha talkin'?

Fifty in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin', turn a key a crack charge
Y'all niggaz eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we used to be, now we how we to be

If ain't with us they must be against us
We shoot 'em in the 'cause they act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo'
We sharks here nigga keep on fishin', okay

OK, money, money, is my intuition
Money over bitches such an decision
Young money, men monster militia
Hard body, these niggaz of tissue

That Nina will kiss ya, chopper will twist ya
Them 380 snapshots, now smile for the
motherfuckin' baby pay me
My nine to five is overrated, I'm on grind hoe

Now everybody that I know get that baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get money baby
You get cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
If you ain't 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

Now everybody that I know get money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get money baby
You get that or that blow you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that homie whatcha talkin'?