Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Money (soundsmith)

(Freck Billionaire. 1)
Im gettin money my explanation
The Lambo is Milked out No
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' niggas 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 bentley wag' bullet proof like a Brinks truck, CVL we dont care wat ya homies
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 bull handle any kind of incident, The Black latex D's cant get the prints
The Spur so fly i had to get the Bent.
Got initials on the scrappy
on the floormats
i aint braggin' homeboy this my format, The look like they ridin' on four flats.
octopus i carry arms
I charter 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 flow
I can put you in the Theater's like tho
You dont beef, you just want rap
Ill get ya little ass smoked like a blunt wrap, CVL spray the fuck did you thought
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 clean, splash of Grenadine
The double blue sixty two smash ya limousine, You can set trip but i got the near
A bad Alibi switching up the Lambo Gears, other rap niggas they couldnt hold the candle near
They got it all screwed up like

(Fabolous 2)
Im money 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, and Croatian
ass clap than a Oprah ovation
Double D's on her chest like Dare Devil, her shoe games at a Nine hundred a 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 smellin like Cali grade, A couple bar number nine squirts, Osama thats the hard to find shirt.
Ya' keep 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 me brinks 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, 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 if you got a weapon
Tote it, you cant jump niggas wont accept you bolted.
When i was doin it for TV i kept it loaded, cause these hatin' 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.
Bentley drop cost two-hundred and twelve to take, red gut, white paint, Red cake

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