Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

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

Yeah, yeah, the remix y'all
Like a muh'fucker, oh
Whassup my nigga and 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 y'all, get this money

I, heard the ballers I pulled up to the club
'Cause I'm rollin' up on fo'
Peanut butter interior, black
And in case you didn't know, I be the

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put ones up
I hear niggaz lookin' at me for the come up
Try to creep, creep, I a gun up
I put a hole in the first that 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 know I got what you
I know I got you need
and mob to the top
Before you get money

Pull up on the in the alien gray Bentley
Full of sport modes, you never hang with me
Just to get in early, I a extra 50
Gettin' that money my

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

Makin' dough off a style I be the in
Glad to be down these two livin' legends
Now, let me see which league invest in
Gettin' that my nigga

Rollin' cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin' bitches tears, take a look at my career
Now, the swell when I get up to 70 in the coupe
the wing when I hope out the tail, tell 'em Kel

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

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

Gotta have my forty five in it
In the house, from the gate, minutes
Game over and I'm still not
I play haters V play tennis

Livin' like a motherfuckin' Richie Rich
Got a for my maybach nigga
White linen, smokin'
Lyrics like bullets, like a trigger

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

Was a pimp at birth, hoe was a nurse
And I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a
Sometimes showbiz is the
I'm blessed with the gift and the curse,

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

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

This for my project
Wide mo' sippers
Pimps hustlers herb
Get this

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

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

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

So we for ourself
And the is in raw
We can't help but lost
What else gon' make that roar?

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

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

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