Luyện nghe bài hát Get That Money

I know some that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
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 can't pronounce behind them phantom

What is you bitch, I'm on some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner, I tell her make me
You fuckin' with a winner but I from 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 stealin' for realer I'ma her
I'm just a money man so the dollars at
beat that until them flowers black

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

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

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

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

So stop homie, false promotin'
It ain't about whatcha makin', it's about what ya
Burn him up and leave him naked, him back to his wife
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 hold the hood down and
make a sound if them people swing around this bitch

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

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

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 homie whatcha talkin'?

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

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

That Nina will kiss ya, that will twist ya
380 snapshots, now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin' pay me
My to five is overrated, I'm on that grind hoe

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

Now everybody that I know get money baby
And we worryin' '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 homie whatcha