Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

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

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

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

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

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put ones up
I hear some niggaz 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 'cause the is a part of me
Can't spit it as fast as me
Got an academy of haters comin' me

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

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

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

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

Rollin' cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, take a look at my
Now, the shit's swell I get up to 70 in the coupe
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 because we gettin' that money my

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

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

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

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

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

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

for my project niggaz
Wide body mo'
hustlers herb flippers
Get money

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

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

With visions of riches, enter my
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 in laws

So we fend for
And the is in raw
We help but been lost
What else gon' make that engine

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

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 do's
Got plenty because we gettin' that money my nigga

TrackMaster remix y'all, and Jigga
Big chips with y'all, get this money