Luyện nghe bài hát Get That Money

I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter
You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger
I'm smokin' somethin' I pronounce behind them phantom curtains

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back
Bitch I got money in the for that
Youngin' get it from the homie hold the hood down and
Don't make a sound if them people swing 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' pops
Let them niggaz chase pussy we gon' follow that guap, yeah

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

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 you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that homie whatcha talkin'?

Fifty in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin', turn a key into a charge
niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we to be, now we how we need to be

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

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

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

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

Now everybody that I get that money baby
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 that homie whatcha talkin'?