Luyện nghe bài hát Get That Money

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

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

I leave the with her, yeah, she my baby 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 flowers black

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

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

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

So getcha game up, take a bitch, break a
Strap her down with work and tell her don't trip, take a
Getcha hustle up, the 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 him naked, bring 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 money in the walls for
get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Don't make a sound if them people swing this bitch

Do ya thang, hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's who around this bitch
But they 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 hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller,
If you talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

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

Fifty in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin', turn a key into a charge
niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we to be, now we how we need to be

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

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

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

Now everybody that I know get 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 dough homie talkin'?

Now everybody that I 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 ain't 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?