Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Money Boy

You see me on them 24s tatted up
These suckas hate my guts cause i that batter up
Im gettin boy
Im money boy
Im money boy
Im gettin boy
I a K or a sawed off in my hand
I keep my stacks wrapped up in them rubber
Im gettin boy
Im gettin boy
Im money boy
Im money boy

They hate my guts hate your guts
I be it big
Gotta do it fantastic with lavoushness
all around me
Eyes are kinda
600 an O Z
The trees in cali
Money in my bitch
Wrapped in rubber n shit
Call me if ya got a problem get me we can plan some
the black mask n shit
Blacked up 4 bags n
Cock the 4 5 up the sky and lets go mash a trick
Or we can do it old fassion and classic and out a club
Bring Wyte and the six for the muthafucka and let us it up
Either way we gon get the cheese by what we know
Four five to yo eye or a crowded show

I get money bill collecters
I shine wheel reflectors
You can talk all the trash you want ive sprayed with hater protector
I been in there for breakfast with steak as the appetizer
And Three Six Mafia just to be my financial advisor
I black and lay back pop Os and Rolls Royces
I been up in a movie bitch sequel to choices
I get calls from other producers wanna use my music
And you believe if i let em i get paid for doin it
I be tokin on killa kill
True and real togethers
im the token whitey will i kill it? yes i will
Lil Wytes the name ya
Put that in yo
cheese and clockin grip
Im thats as real as it gets