Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

That let his fuckin' flow go
Niggaz tryin' to up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip 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
it man, yo Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all, c'mon

It's the
TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and
Big chips with twista y'all, get this

I, heard the when 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

bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggaz lookin' at me for the 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 it as fast as me
Got an academy of haters comin' 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 block in the alien gray
of sport modes, you never could hang with me
Just to get in early, I a extra 50
that 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
Gettin' that money my

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

Rollin' cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, a look at my career
Now, the shit's swell when I get up to 70 in the
Peep the wing I hope out the tail, tell '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 we gettin' that money my nigga

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

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

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

Feelin' on booty
Tryin' to get one of these ladies
To come up to my and do, me
Have her man who's he?

Was a pimp at birth, hoe was a nurse
And I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a
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 with a superstar
We lunch, now twelve o'clock

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 body mo'
Pimps hustlers flippers
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 that money my nigga

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

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

So we fend for
And the is in raw
We can't help but been
What else gon' make that 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 club because we that money my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley
Got plenty because we gettin' that money my nigga

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