Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Bout Money

[Intro D.]
Where my at, it's time to get down?

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

1 Baby D.]
I'm about money M.O.B.
Bens, Grants, all I see
paper bag, pass that to me
Grab that bag out the backseat
Die for the cheddar I carry llama
Stack it in the winter so I this summer
Yeah, what you know about that?
I come like self bring a little
You want to build a
what's that?
At least ten so I can get a good pack
I get guap, that
I'm way in the front, y'all way in the
Give me my keys, you not
My Maserati, your
Haters stop me I'm on my shit
I love guap, baby my bitch
And
I always give back to the hood
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, chain I'm Vader

Hell naw not me

Me if you about paper

[Verse 2 D.]
If you about
We about
it in the air
Make it rain
I get
Monday through
Never on me
Never seen me
my resume, your boy top notch
Take it from the straight to the pot
Think I'm
I'm not
Pants on my ankles, that's that
Then, Oomp sat down with
Made them a promise we'll ever flop
from the bottom straight to the top

Ain't been the same Pac
Look around this a lot of niggas shocked
While he out he take my

A lot of niggas left but I

Make you bow down give that

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

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