Luyện nghe bài hát Get That Money

I some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You ass niggaz just 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 bitch, I'm on some gangsta shit
She make me dinner, I tell her make me rich
You fuckin' a winner but I come from a little
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that 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 money man so the dollars at
[Incomprehensible] beat that until them flowers

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

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

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

So getcha game up, take a bitch, break a
her down with work and tell 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 homie, false 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 even cry 'cause he was livin' that life

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

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

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

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

Fifty stacks in the garden in the
talkin', turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we used to be, now we how we to be

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

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

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

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

Now everybody I know get that money baby
And we worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller,
If you talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?