Luyện nghe bài hát Go Get The Money

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Ross]
That boy Zay on the
Music

Aye, I'm everything Versace
This like Versace dream, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
(Aye, bruh, bring me one of them things that they put of they and shit)
These got Versace soul (I want the gown and all that shit)
Muthafuckin' tea cup, silverware (I'm them Js though)
I feel in this muthafucka', aye

1: Yo Gotti]
I got back from Dubai (bai)
I'm on these so high (high)
I'm in class with two-fifty (two-fifty)
I'm in first class Mill (yeah)
Fuck JFK airport, lost my grip Customs (Customs)
Say he had the one in Georgia (what?), he been sippin' on oil (aye)
I out in Abu Dhabi, this shit got me spoiled (spoiled)
They be dressed up head to toe, all bitches loyal
Wraith, (skrrt, skrrt), Drophead (skrrt), all that (skrrt, skrrt)
Versace, palace, I hope hoe don't post that
I may post a million Thursday, that's a throw back
No more fun, that bitch boring, I may your hoe back
This a Zay track and I nothin' but yay on it
This that music, fuck around and put 'Ye on it
This a rock track, I around and put Jay on it
Dope boy, I designer with my Js on
I'm always rockin' Loubs so I'm always on the red
I don't watch the news, all this gossip of my dogs started
Get for a hobby, my living room a lobby
And all my niggas shooters, so honestly I know who shot him
You snitchin' and you rottin', I see these little rappers up
I they plottin', (brrr) got him

[Chorus: Rick
Music
Go get the machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay
Go get the money machine, Zay, in the money machine, Zay
Plug in the money money machine, yay, I need the machine, yay
We the money machine, yay, go get the money machine, huh
Go get the machine, huh, go get the money machine, huh
Plug in the money machine, huh, I the money machine, Zay
We need the money money machine, Zay, we need the machine, Zay
We need the machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay

2: T.I.]
How much you think they would pay for your
In the trap the weed and the yay and the dice
Do it big for my niggas doin' bids in the
Free Kaep, Meek, finger to them suckas
We don't them motherfuckas, we get rid of motherfuckas
I'm a big dog, bark, you a little
I get your bitch get dicked down after she get ate like knife in her
her screamin' THUG LIFE in her
Her look better with my pipe in it
On Percocets and Vicodin, good weed and
You see the drink is all in the kitchen and the white girls in and dressing room
I finna that shit, is you in or not?
There's a bag of money, we'll be in or not
From I heard you asked me if I wanna get shot
Shoot else do a bid or not

3: Pusha T]
AMG the fo, fiber, niggas peelin' out
button, roof is changin' colors, fuck the ceilin' now
Cookin' in a crockpot 'til it's spillin' out
dollar marchin' dope boys, bring my children out
Feel 'em out, you the plug, 'em out
You the hub, send 'em out, Island
a house, fly her in, rent her mouth
Center stage, spendin' now, send her
it out, with a bag, breaded out, yeah!
I rather sell dope forever niggas (ever niggas)
Take my chances instead of rappin' with you niggas (peasant niggas)
bring it back like it's a treasure nigga (treasure nigga)
King and Zaytoven, it's whatever niggas

Rick Ross]
Go get the money machine, Zay, go get the machine, Zay
Go get the money machine, Zay, in the money machine, Zay
Plug in the money machine, yay, I need the money machine, yay
We the money machine, yay, go get the money machine, huh
Go get the money machine, huh, go get the machine, huh
in the money machine, huh, I need the money machine, Zay
We need the money money machine, zay, we need the machine, Zay
We need the machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay