Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Bout Money

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

- Blazed] X3
I'm money, bitch I'm about money
I'm about money, I'm about money
Bitch I'm, I'm about money
I'm on a chase for paper

[Verse 1 D.]
I'm money it's M.O.B.
Bens, Grants, all I see
Brown bag, pass that to me
Grab that duffle bag out the
Die for the I carry that llama
Stack it in the winter so I this summer
Yeah, what you really about that?
I come like self bring a little
You want to a stack?
Nigga that?
At least spend ten so I can get a good
I get guap, understand
I'm way in the front, y'all way in the
me my keys, you not valet
My Maserati, your
Haters can't me I'm on my shit
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
good nigga
Looking nigga
Put your knot in the air if you're a go getter

Now I'm up

Black stone, chain I'm Vader

Hell naw not me

Me if you that paper

[Verse 2 D.]
If you money
We about
it in the air
Make it rain
I get
through Sunday
Never on me
Never me coming
Check my resume, 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, sat down with Koch
them a promise we'll never ever flop
Came from the straight to the top

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

A lot of niggas left but I

Make you bow nigga give 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 but ain't shit funny
Straight to the I'm counting my money
"A-Town's Weapon", yup I'm coming
Big Oomp Records got to keep that