Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

That nigga let his flow go
Niggaz tryin' to up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip with a Micky
Drop joint

Yeah, yeah, the remix y'all
a muh'fucker, oh yeah
Whassup my and still hot up in that boy
Ain't it man, yo Jay, Kel, ta set it off for y'all, c'mon

It's the
TrackMaster y'all, Kels and Jigga
Big chips with twista y'all, get money

I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the
'Cause I'm up on fo' flickers
Peanut butter interior, body
And in case you know, I be the twista

bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some lookin' at me for the come up
Try to creep, creep, I a gun up
I put a hole in the first nigga run up

The be Jay, R, and T
Spit it cold the music is a part of me
Can't nobody spit it as as me
Got an of haters comin' after me

I I got what you want
I I got what you need
and mob to the top
Before you get money

up on the block in the alien gray Bentley
Full of sport modes, you never could with me
Just to get in early, I a extra 50
that money my nigga

Oh, five Chrysler, for the blunts
Three hoes in the back, two in the front
two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk
Gettin' that money my

dough off a style I be the best in
Glad to be down with these two livin'
Now, let me see league I'ma invest in
that money my nigga

Rollin' this cheer, put the in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, take a at my career
Now, the shit's when I get up to 70 in the coupe
Peep the wing when I hope out the tail, 'em Kel

We off up in the club, we got our up
Drinks in the club because we that money my nigga
We 24's, open them Bentley do's
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money my

Pull up to the club, chicks in the
Some smokin' on weed, some sippin'
Into the club, crew to the back
the stars make it sharp as a tack

Gotta have my forty inch in it
In the house, the gate, twenty minutes
Game and I'm still not finished
I play haters like V tennis

Livin' like a motherfuckin' Richie nigga
Got a for my maybach nigga
White linen, cigar
like bullets, tongue like a trigger

Feelin' on your
to get one of these nice ladies
To up to my room and do, me
Have her man who's he?

Was a pimp at birth, first hoe was a
And I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm in a hearse
showbiz is the worst
I'm blessed with the and the curse, whoa

ball, now I'm off to the spa
and clean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date with a
We take lunch, now o'clock

Hit the mall two o'clock
In the 'bout five o'clock
Seven o'clock 'til o'clock
We in my crib, my bed, goin' non

This for my project
body mo' sippers
Pimps herb flippers
Get this

We off up in the club, we got our up
in the club because we gettin' that money my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that my nigga

Gettin' money switchin' my whips and my kicks
Like, I'm addicted to difference you pick
What you want from me to be a

visions of riches, enter my brain
Like I picture myself in dishes, just switchin' lanes
just insane, is it? I'm from the district where niggaz
Either in prison or pay like in laws

So we fend for
And the is in raw
We can't but been lost
else gon' make that engine roar?

Lay in 745
Big boy cars, all we drive
the club we get all the eyes when you
Gettin' that money my

We off up in the club, we got our up
Drinks in the because we gettin' that money my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open Bentley do's
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money my

TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and
Big chips twista y'all, get this money