Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Money (soundsmith)

(Freck Billionaire. 1)
Im gettin money my explanation
The Lambo is out No expiration
and i aint ask for an (soundsmith *whisper*)
i just pass the cake off, No hesitation. Ya' see im nothing
yall guys, i just do the stuntin' 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 Jacob got me linked up, The bentley wag' bullet proof like a Brinks truck, CVL we dont care wat ya sell
Rubberbands round' the stacks like a ponytail, I can meet a hoe sweeter Damita Joe, she act conceited tho her number get deleted yo
Im not a musician but i play a instrument, The raging bull handle any of incident, The Black latex D's cant get the prints
The Flying so fly i had to get the Bent.
Got on the door scrappy
on the floormats
i aint braggin' homeboy this my format, The 22's look like they ridin' on 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 Theater's like tho
You dont want beef, you just rap
Ill get ya little ass smoked like a blunt wrap, CVL spray what the fuck did you
I tote the Sig but i mean Newport, I wash my money up the laundry way, i stay gucci'd down even on my laundry 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 niggas they hold the candle near
got it all screwed 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 i shoot em on location
My hoes Haitian, trini and
ass clap louder a Oprah ovation
Double D's on her chest like Dare Devil, her games at a Nine hundred a pair level, Im in Pete Rotta the color of Ricotta, Cheese please you cant tell me nada
I share 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 stay like Cali grade, A couple bar number nine squirts, Osama rich thats the hard to find shirt.
Ya' rocks keep to they self mines flirt, They too clean board of health couldn't find dirt
Im bitch and im screamin' it like Ashy Larry, they call me brinks boy maybe its the cash i carry.
Rubberbands pop you need a scrungee for me, if she a jumpoff
bet the Bungee for me.
I came a long way and i 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 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 you rather do a manslaughter, they goin in juniors
comin' wit grandaughters.
So homie if you got a
Tote it, you cant jump ship 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 shake you'll wanna moan when the bones in ya' break.
Bentley drop cost two-hundred and twelve to take, red gut, white paint, Red Velvet

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