Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

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

Yeah, yeah, it's the y'all
Like a muh'fucker, oh
Whassup my nigga and hot up in that 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 with twista y'all, get this money

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

bombs in my pockets, put your 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
it cold 'cause 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 know I got you need
and mob to the top
Before you get money

Pull up on the block in the 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, trees for the
Three in the back, two fiends in the front
two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk
Gettin' that my nigga

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

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

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' money my nigga

up to the club, chicks in the back
Some smokin' on weed, some Cognac
the club, whole crew to the back
Super the 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 still not
I play haters V play tennis

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

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

Was a pimp at birth, first hoe was a
And I'ma be a pimp 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 lunch, now twelve o'clock

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

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

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 hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga

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

With visions of riches, enter my
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 visits in laws

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

Lay in 745
Big boy cars, that's all we
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 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 y'all, get this money