Luyện nghe bài hát Get That Money

I some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky 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 shit
She wanna make me dinner, I tell her me rich
You with a winner but I come from a little
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that to glitter

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

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

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

Now everybody that I know get that baby
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'?

So getcha up, take a bitch, break 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 want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery

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

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

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

Fifty stacks in the in the backyard
Money talkin', turn a key a crack charge
niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we used to be, now we how we to be

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

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

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

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

Now everybody that I know get that money
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 whatcha