Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Money (soundsmith)

(Freck Billionaire. 1)
Im gettin money heres my
The Lambo is out No expiration
and i ask for an estimation (soundsmith *whisper*)
i just pass the cake off, No hesitation. Ya' see im nothing
yall guys, i just do the stuntin' yall niggas fall guys, And everyday i get the Benny washed, its Deja Vu' Denny Wash
The too big Billionaire'll hurt a label, Play it tight spray the creed on the Purple label,
Pave' set me and Jacob got me linked up, The bentley bullet proof like a Brinks truck, CVL we dont care wat ya homies sell
Rubberbands round' the like a ponytail, I can meet a hoe sweeter then Damita Joe, she act conceited tho her number get deleted yo
Im not a musician but i play a instrument, The raging 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 charter 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 nigga
I got a Lavish
I can put you in the Theater's like tho
You dont want beef, you just rap
Ill get ya ass smoked like a blunt wrap, CVL spray what the fuck did you thought
I tote the Sig but i dont mean Newport, I wash my money up the laundry way, i stay gucci'd down even on my day
The linen clean, splash of
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 they couldnt hold the candle near
They got it all up like Chandaleirs

(Fabolous 2)
Im gettin' money is my
man so i need the Lambo-Station, Slick talk'll put a chamber into rotation, directors style i shoot em on location
My hoes Haitian, and Croatian
ass louder than a Oprah ovation
Double 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
I dont keys nor do i give her codes, I set run through records down on river road.
Then i switched up posted on Palisade, the Denali smellin like Cali grade, A couple bar number nine squirts, Osama rich thats the hard to find shirt.
Ya' rocks to they self 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 brinks boy maybe its the i carry.
Rubberbands pop you gon' need a for me, if she a jumpoff
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 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 in juniors
home wit grandaughters.
So if you got a weapon
Tote it, you cant ship niggas wont accept you bolted.
When i was doin it for TV i it loaded, cause these hatin' niggas tryna' final episode it.
A half a clip in ya hip'll make ya elvis you'll wanna moan when the bones in ya' pelvis break.
drop cost two-hundred and twelve to take, red gut, white paint, Red Velvet cake

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