Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Bout Money

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

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

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

Now I'm up

Black stone, chain I'm Vader

Hell naw not me

Me if you about paper

[Verse 2 D.]
If you money
We about
it in the air
Make it hundreds
I get
through Sunday
Never on me
seen me coming
Check my resume, your boy top
Take it from the straight to the pot
Think I'm
I'm not
Pants on my ankles, that guap
Then, sat down with Koch
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 niggas
While he out he take my

A lot of niggas left but I

Make you bow down nigga that

Never met a like me
fresh, Gucci from my head to my feet
Ten toes, stunting on my
I wonder how you can keep them on you

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