Luyện nghe bài hát Get That Money

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

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

I leave the work with her, yeah, she my baby
And if I find out she for realer I'ma kill 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 with that
Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival
And do I love her naw, man I love her spirit
Blind, deaf or crazy money over 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 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 them hoes get that money
You get cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
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
Getcha hustle up, the money's what you of it
These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the

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

These niggaz think I'm 'cause I'm fallin' back
Bitch I got money in the walls for
Youngin' get it from the ground homie hold the hood and
make a sound if them people swing around this bitch

Do ya thang, hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's who ain't this bitch
But shawty they ain't with pops
Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' 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 or that blow you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough whatcha talkin'?

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

Fifty in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin', turn a key into a crack
Y'all 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 act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin',

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

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

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

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