Luyện nghe bài hát Long Money

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the reefa a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, all I gots to say
Gucci got long money, thats what them bitches say [x3]
I aint even gotta my money conversates

Verse 1: Bitches think I got a money tree, I drown the bitch money
Ferrari with them bumble bees, Four Giovanna sittin up it

"How karats in that bracelet, baby?" I think about 200
Plus I hit the club with 50k keep that shit 100

I got a couple several spouses in my pent house smoking ounces
up selling keys and ounce, half a pound watch golden brown

My pants sag grams weigh em down, usta catch the train and go
to walk around and window shop now I shut the mall down in every town

Every time I hit the scene fresher I wanna be cover of the magazines, back of the limousines
Stacks in my denim jeans, hoes remember me

Fo' fifty ship to me from italy, six 12 sittin outside the facilities
911 Gucci's ice killing me

Came along way drug dealing
up rich is a great feeling

Couple mill stashed for my
Just hand counted me a coo' half

Up on em, pull up on em, like a bird low and shit on em
Pissed em, spit on em, Tell them Gucci got rich on em

Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa the reefa from a mile away
in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, thats all I to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats what them bitches say
I aint even gotta talk my conversates

2:

Every city I magic, I make money disappear
Cause its a how clear these diamonds blingin in my ear

It's so many wanna marry me, I'm married to the game
Cocaine put me in position, brought me outta fame

I need accountants to help me count it Rolls Royce I it
Corvette painted candy, drop the top that bitch is

Houses in 6 All my niggas Hustlas, and robbers dont fuck with us
Niggaz better off fucking Angel Dust

I'm racked up like a pool table draped up in Purple Label
Drink drank, smoke purple weed, got a purple car and long paper

Everyday the lord that I wake Everyday live it like its my last day
Shine so bright rock stupid ice More karats in my chain then a cake

Money shout he running out, I'm bustin out cant close the
Aint my its yo fault, nobody stay here this my money house

Stash house stocked up try fuck get chopped up
I'm rocked, stay blocked up, aint locked up, but I'm up

Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, trym my troops you'll get away
Gucci got long, bitch, thats all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats what bitches say [x3]
I even gotta talk my money conversates

Guy talks....

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some smell the reefa from a mile away
in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown away
Gucci got long, bitch, thats all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got money, thats what them bitches say [x3]
I aint even gotta my money conversates