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
Bitch I'm, bitch I'm about
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, that to me
that duffle bag out the backseat
Die for the I carry that llama
Stack it in the winter so I this summer
Yeah, what you really know that?
I come like self a little back
You to build a stack?
Nigga what's
At spend ten so I can get a good pack
I get guap, understand
I'm way in the front, way in the back
Give me my keys, you not
My Maserati, Chevrolet
Haters can't stop me I'm on my
I guap, baby that's my bitch
And
I always give back to the nigga
When I roll they say Baby D's a good nigga
Feeling good
Looking nigga
Put your in the air if you're a money go getter

Now I'm up

Black stone, black chain I'm

Hell naw not me

Me if you that paper

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

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

A lot of niggas left but I

Make you bow down nigga that

Never met a nigga me
A-Town fresh, Gucci from my head to my
Ten toes, on my Bunyan
I wonder how you can keep them on you

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