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 that the boy ain't
I got the to lag and I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' I can't pronounce behind them phantom curtains

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

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

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

Now that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout 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'?

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

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

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

These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin'
Bitch I got in the walls 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
This is for my old school G's who ain't this bitch
But shawty ain't fuckin' with pops
Let niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap, yeah

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

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
Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we 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 senseless
If you ain't bread nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over here nigga on fishin', okay

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

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

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

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