Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

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

Yeah, yeah, it's the y'all
Like a muh'fucker, oh
my nigga and still hot up in that boy
Ain't it man, yo Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all,

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

I, heard the ballers I pulled up to the club
'Cause I'm up on fo' flickers
Peanut interior, black 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 nigga that run up

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

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

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

Oh, five Chrysler, trees for the
Three hoes in the back, two in the front
Twenty two inch shoes, in the trunk
that money my nigga

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

this cheer, put the niggaz 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 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 24's, open them Bentley do's
Got hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga

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

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

Livin' like a Richie Rich nigga
Got a for my maybach nigga
linen, smokin' cigar
Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a

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

Was a pimp at birth, hoe was a nurse
And I'ma be a 'til I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes is the worst
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 lunch, now twelve o'clock

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

This for my niggaz
body mo' sippers
Pimps hustlers herb
Get money

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

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

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

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

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

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 them do's
Got plenty hoes because we that money my nigga

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