Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Money (soundsmith)

(Freck Billionaire. 1)
Im gettin heres my explanation
The is Milked out No expiration
and i ask for an estimation (soundsmith *whisper*)
i just pass the off, No hesitation. Ya' see im nothing like
yall guys, i just do the stuntin' yall niggas fall guys, And everyday i get the Benny washed, its Deja Vu' like Wash
The Budgets too big Billionaire'll hurt a label, Play it tight spray the creed on the label,
Pave' set me and Jacob got me linked up, The bentley wag' proof like a Brinks truck, CVL we dont care wat ya homies sell
Rubberbands round' the stacks like a ponytail, I can meet a hoe sweeter then Joe, she act conceited tho her number get deleted yo
Im not a musician but i 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 22's look like they on four flats.
Young i carry arms
I challengers wit' Cavali 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 Lavish
I can put you in the like Magic tho
You want beef, you just want rap
Ill get ya little ass like a blunt wrap, CVL spray what the fuck did you thought
I tote the Sig but i dont mean Newport, I wash my up the laundry way, i stay gucci'd down even on my laundry day
The clean, splash of Grenadine
The double blue sixty two smash ya limousine, You can set but i got the ammo' near
A bad Alibi switching up the Lambo Gears, these other rap they couldnt hold the candle near
They got it all up like Chandaleirs

(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, trini and
ass clap louder than a Oprah
Double D's on her chest like 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 her codes, I set run through records down on river road.
Then i switched up posted on Palisade, the Denali stay smellin like grade, A couple bar number nine squirts, Osama rich thats the hard to find shirt.
Ya' rocks keep to they self well mines flirt, They too clean board of health couldn't find
Im rich bitch and im screamin' it Ashy Larry, they call me brinks boy maybe its the cash i carry.
Rubberbands pop you gon' need a scrungee for me, if she a
bet the Bungee for me.
I came a long way and i still stroll the Avenue, Move in style Louis V rolling travel, Local nigga you never 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 was Olivia.
I did the take out, meaning that i ran orders, I had the transporters sittin' by the borders.
The Roc a Fella make you rather do a manslaughter, they goin in
home wit grandaughters.
So if you got a weapon
it, you cant jump ship niggas wont accept you bolted.
When i was doin it for TV i kept it loaded, cause hatin' niggas tryna' final episode it.
A half a clip in ya hip'll make ya elvis shake wanna moan when the bones in ya' pelvis break.
Bentley drop cost two-hundred and to take, red gut, white paint, Red Velvet cake

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