Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Money (soundsmith)

(Freck Billionaire. 1)
Im gettin money 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 i get the Benny washed, its Deja Vu' like Denny Wash
The Budgets too big Billionaire'll hurt a label, Play it tight the creed on the Purple label,
Pave' set me and got me linked up, The bentley 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 Damita Joe, she act 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
initials on the
i aint braggin' homeboy my format, The 22's look like they ridin' on four flats.
Young octopus i arms
I charter challengers wit' Cavali carry-on's, Freck Billionaire im the one 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 like Magic 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 dont mean Newport, I wash my money up the laundry way, i stay gucci'd down 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, other rap niggas they couldnt hold the candle near
They got it all screwed up like

(Fabolous 2)
Im gettin' money is my
Family man so i need the Lambo-Station, Slick talk'll put a into rotation, directors style i shoot em on location
My Haitian, trini 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 pair level, Im in Pete Rotta the color of Ricotta, Cheese please you cant 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 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 boy maybe its the cash i carry.
Rubberbands pop you gon' need a scrungee for me, if she a
bet the chick 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, 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, goin in juniors
home wit grandaughters.
So homie if you got a
Tote it, you cant jump niggas wont accept you bolted.
i was doin 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, paint, Red Velvet cake

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