Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Bout Money

[Intro D.]
Where my hustlers at, time to get down?

[Chorus - X3
I'm money, bitch I'm about money
I'm about money, bitch I'm money
I'm, bitch I'm about money
I'm on a chase for paper

1 Baby D.]
I'm about it's M.O.B.
Bens, Grants, all I see
Brown paper bag, pass to me
Grab that bag out the backseat
Die for the cheddar I carry llama
it in the winter so I shine this summer
Yeah, what you really know about
I come like self bring a back
You want to build a
Nigga what's
At least ten so I can get a good pack
I get guap, understand
I'm way in the front, way in the back
me my keys, you not valet
My Maserati, Chevrolet
Haters can't stop me I'm on my
I guap, baby that's my bitch
And
I give back to the hood nigga
When I roll through they say Baby D's a nigga
Feeling good
good nigga
Put your knot in the air if you're a go getter

Now I'm up

Black stone, black I'm Vader

Hell naw not me

Me if you about that

[Verse 2 D.]
If you money
We money
it in the air
Make it hundreds
I get
through Sunday
Never on me
Never me coming
Check my resume, your boy top
Take it the rainbow straight to the pot
I'm broke?
I'm not
Pants on my ankles, that guap
Then, Oomp sat down with
Made them a promise we'll ever flop
from the bottom straight to the top

Ain't the same since Pac
Look around this motherfucker a lot of shocked
he out he take my spot

A lot of niggas left but I

Make you bow down nigga give

Never met a like me
A-Town fresh, from my head to my feet
Ten toes, on my Bunyan
I wonder how long you can them on you

I see a nigga laughing but ain't shit
Straight to the bank I'm counting my
"A-Town's Secret Weapon", yup I'm
Big Oomp Records got to keep that