Luyện nghe bài hát Get That Money

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

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

I leave the work her, yeah, she my baby sitter
And if I find out she for realer I'ma kill her
I'm just a man so where the dollars at
beat that until them flowers black

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

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 talkin' that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

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

So getcha game up, take a bitch, a bitch
Strap her down with work and tell her trip, take a trip
Getcha hustle up, the money's you make of it
These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed the bakery

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

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

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

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

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

Fifty stacks in the garden in the
talkin', turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggaz eatin' how we eatin' B
how we used to be, now we how we need to be

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

OK, money, money, money is my
Money over such an easy decision
Young money, money men militia
body, these niggaz boxes of tissue

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

Now everybody that I know get money 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 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

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