Luyện nghe bài hát Get That Money

I know niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I got that workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind phantom curtains

What is you hollin' bitch, I'm on gangsta shit
She wanna me dinner, I tell 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 work her, yeah, she my baby sitter
And if I find out she for realer I'ma kill her
I'm just a man so where the dollars at
beat that until them flowers black

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

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

So getcha game up, take a bitch, a bitch
Strap her down with 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 down the

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

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

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

Now everybody that I know get 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 whatcha talkin'?

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

stacks in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin', a key into 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 us they must be against us
We shoot 'em in the head they act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over nigga keep on fishin', okay

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

That Nina will ya, that chopper will twist ya
Them 380 snapshots, now smile for the
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 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

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