Luyện nghe bài hát Long Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fo' eight ship to me from italy, six 12 sittin outside the facilities
911 ice game killing me

Came along way drug dealing
Waking up rich is a great

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

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

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

2:

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

so many that wanna marry me, I'm married to the game
Cocaine put me in position, swagga brought me fame

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guy talks....

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