Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Money (soundsmith)

(Freck Billionaire. 1)
Im gettin heres my explanation
The is Milked out No expiration
and i aint ask for an (soundsmith *whisper*)
i pass the cake off, No hesitation. Ya' see im nothing like
yall guys, i just do the stuntin' yall fall guys, And everyday i get the Benny washed, its Deja Vu' like Denny 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 wag' bullet 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 play a instrument, The raging bull handle any kind of incident, The Black latex D's cant get the
The Spur so fly i had to get the Bent.
Got initials on the door
on the floormats
i aint braggin' this my format, The 22's look like they ridin' on four flats.
Young i carry arms
I charter challengers wit' Cavali carry-on's, Freck Billionaire im the one with the bling, Got 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 ass smoked like a blunt wrap, CVL spray what the fuck did you thought
I the Sig but i dont mean Newport, I wash my money up the laundry way, i stay gucci'd down even on my laundry day
The clean, splash of Grenadine
The double sixty 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 couldnt hold the near
They got it all screwed up like

(Fabolous 2)
Im gettin' is my Quotation
Family man so i need the Lambo-Station, Slick talk'll put a into rotation, directors style i shoot em on location
My hoes Haitian, trini and
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 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 records down on river road.
Then i switched up posted on Palisade, the stay smellin like Cali 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 couldn't find dirt
Im rich bitch and im screamin' it like Ashy Larry, they call me boy maybe its the cash i carry.
pop you gon' need a scrungee for me, if she a jumpoff
bet the Bungee for me.
I came a long way and i still stroll the Avenue, Move in 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, meaning 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
home wit grandaughters.
So if you got a weapon
Tote it, you jump ship niggas wont accept you bolted.
When i was it for TV i kept 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 the bones in ya' pelvis break.
Bentley drop cost two-hundred and twelve to take, red gut, white paint, Red Velvet

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