Luyện nghe bài hát Go Get The Money

[Intro: Yo & Rick Ross]
That boy Zay on the
Maybach

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

1: Yo Gotti]
I got back from Dubai (bai)
I'm on these Xans so (high)
I'm in first class with (two-fifty)
I'm in first Meek 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 been out in Abu Dhabi, this got me spoiled (spoiled)
They be dressed up head to toe, all they loyal
Wraith, Maybach (skrrt, skrrt), Drophead (skrrt), all (skrrt, skrrt)
Versace, palace, I hope your hoe don't post
I may post a million cash Thursday, that's a 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, fuck and put 'Ye on it
a rock track, I fuck around and put Jay on it
Dope boy, I rock designer my Js on
I'm always rockin' Loubs so I'm on the red carpet
I watch the news, all this gossip none of my dogs started
Get money for a hobby, my living a lobby
And all my niggas shooters, so honestly I don't know who him
You snitchin' and you rottin', I see these little teamin' up
I think plottin', (brrr) got him

[Chorus: Ross]
Maybach
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 money machine, yay, I the money 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 the money machine, Zay
We need the machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay

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

[Verse 3: T]
AMG the fo, fiber, niggas peelin' out
Push button, is changin' colors, fuck the ceilin' now
Cookin' powder in a crockpot it's spillin' out
dollar marchin' dope boys, bring my children out
Feel 'em out, you the plug, 'em out
You the hub, 'em out, Palm Island
a house, fly her in, rent her mouth
Center stage, now, send her back
Sweat it out, with a bag, out, yeah!
I would rather sell forever niggas (ever niggas)
Take my instead of rappin' with you peasant 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, plug in the machine, Zay
in the money money machine, yay, I need the money machine, yay
We need the money machine, yay, go get the 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