Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Money (soundsmith)

(Freck Billionaire. 1)
Im gettin heres my explanation
The Lambo is Milked out No
and i aint ask for an (soundsmith *whisper*)
i just pass the cake off, No hesitation. Ya' see im nothing
yall guys, i do the stuntin' yall niggas fall guys, And everyday i get the Benny washed, its Deja Vu' like Denny Wash
The Budgets too big Billionaire'll a label, Play it tight spray the creed on the Purple label,
Pave' set me and got me linked up, The bentley wag' bullet proof like a Brinks truck, CVL we dont care wat ya homies sell
round' the stacks like a ponytail, I can meet a hoe sweeter then Damita Joe, she act conceited tho her number get deleted yo
Im not a but i play a instrument, The raging bull handle any kind of incident, The Black latex D's cant get the prints
The Flying so fly i had to get the Bent.
Got initials on the door
on the floormats
i aint braggin' homeboy this my format, The look like they ridin' on four flats.
octopus i carry arms
I charter challengers wit' carry-on's, Freck Billionaire im the one with the bling, Got canaries on the wrist, not the one's wit the wings, Look a real hood nigga
I got a flow
I can put you in the Theater's Magic tho
You want beef, you just want rap
Ill get ya little ass smoked like a blunt wrap, CVL spray what the did you thought
I tote the Sig but i dont Newport, I wash my money up the laundry way, i stay gucci'd down even on my laundry day
The linen clean, of Grenadine
The double blue two smash ya limousine, You can set trip but i got the ammo' near
A bad Alibi switching up the Lambo Gears, these other rap niggas couldnt hold the candle near
They got it all screwed up like

(Fabolous 2)
Im gettin' money is my
Family man so i need the Lambo-Station, Slick talk'll put a chamber into rotation, directors style i em on location
My hoes Haitian, and Croatian
ass clap louder than a Oprah
D's on her chest like Dare Devil, her shoe games at a Nine hundred a pair level, Im in Pete Rotta the color of Ricotta, Cheese please you cant tell me nada
I dont share keys nor do i give her codes, I set run through records down on road.
Then i switched up posted on Palisade, the Denali stay like Cali grade, A couple bar number nine squirts, Osama rich thats the hard to find shirt.
Ya' rocks keep to they well mines flirt, They too clean board of health couldn't find dirt
Im rich bitch and im screamin' it like Ashy Larry, they call me boy maybe its the cash i carry.
Rubberbands pop you need a scrungee for me, if she a jumpoff
bet the chick for me.
I came a long way and i still stroll the Avenue, Move in style Louis V rolling travel, Local nigga you been to poland have you? so you couldnt judge me if you was holding gavels, And i used to get the Raw from Olivia, that was back when Raven Simone was Olivia.
I did the take out, that i ran orders, I had the transporters sittin' by the Land borders.
The Roc a Fella make you rather do a manslaughter, they goin in
home wit grandaughters.
So homie if you got a
Tote it, you cant ship niggas wont accept you bolted.
When i was doin it for TV i kept it loaded, cause these hatin' niggas final episode it.
A half a clip in ya hip'll ya elvis shake you'll wanna moan when the bones in ya' pelvis break.
Bentley drop two-hundred and twelve to take, red gut, white paint, Red Velvet cake

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