Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

That nigga let his fuckin' go
tryin' to switch up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip with a Micky
Drop that

Yeah, yeah, it's the y'all
a muh'fucker, oh yeah
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
remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
Big chips with twista y'all, get this

I, the ballers when 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

Hundred in my pockets, put your ones up
I some niggaz lookin' 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
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 what you
and mob to the top
Before you get money

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' that money my

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

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

Rollin' cheer, put the niggaz in fear
bitches shed 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' that my nigga
We 24's, open them Bentley do's
Got plenty because we gettin' that money my nigga

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

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

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

on your booty
Tryin' to get one of these ladies
To up to my room and do, me
Have her man 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 date with a
We take lunch, now twelve

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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