Luyện nghe bài hát Go Get The Money

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

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

[Verse 1: Yo
I just got back Dubai (bai)
I'm on these so high (high)
I'm in first class with (two-fifty)
I'm in first Meek Mill (yeah)
JFK airport, lost my grip over Customs (Customs)
Say he had the one in Georgia (what?), he sippin' on that oil (aye)
I been out in Abu Dhabi, this got me spoiled (spoiled)
They be dressed up to toe, all they bitches loyal
Wraith, Maybach (skrrt, skrrt), Drophead (skrrt), all (skrrt, skrrt)
Versace, palace, I your hoe don't post that
I may post a cash Thursday, that's a throw back
No more fun, that bitch boring, I may give your hoe
This a Zay track and I talk but yay on it
This that good music, around and put 'Ye on it
This a rock track, I fuck and put Jay on it
boy, I rock designer with my Js on
I'm always rockin' so I'm always on the red carpet
I watch the news, all this gossip none of my dogs started
Get money for a hobby, my room a lobby
And all my niggas shooters, so honestly I don't who shot him
You snitchin' and you rottin', I see these rappers teamin' up
I think plottin', (brrr) got him

[Chorus: Ross]
Music
Go get the money machine, Zay, go get the machine, Zay
Go get the machine, Zay, plug 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
Plug in the money machine, huh, I need the machine, Zay
We need the money machine, Zay, we need the money machine, Zay
We the money machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay

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

[Verse 3: T]
AMG the fo, carbon fiber, peelin' out
Push button, roof is changin' colors, fuck the now
powder in a crockpot 'til it's spillin' out
Million marchin' dope boys, bring my children out
'em out, you the plug, spit 'em out
You the hub, send 'em out, Island
a house, fly her in, rent her mouth
Center stage, spendin' now, her back
Sweat it out, with a bag, out, yeah!
I would rather sell dope forever (ever niggas)
Take my chances of rappin' with you peasant niggas (peasant niggas)
Underwater bring it back it's a treasure nigga (treasure nigga)
King and Zaytoven, it's whatever niggas

[Chorus: Ross]
Go get the money machine, Zay, go get the machine, Zay
Go get the machine, Zay, plug 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 machine, zay, we need the money machine, Zay
We need the machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay