Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

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

It's the
TrackMaster remix y'all, and Jigga
Big with twista y'all, get this money

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

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your up
I hear niggaz lookin' at me for the come up
Try to creep, creep, I a gun up
I put a in the first nigga that run up

The be Jay, R, and T
Spit it 'cause the music is a part of me
Can't spit it as fast 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 sport modes, you never could hang me
Just to get in early, I paid a 50
that money my nigga

Oh, Chrysler, trees for the blunts
hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
Twenty two inch shoes, in the trunk
Gettin' money my nigga

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

this cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, take a look at my
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 club because we gettin' money my nigga
We rollin' 24's, 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, some Cognac
the club, whole crew to the back
Super the stars make it sharp as a

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

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

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

Was a at birth, first 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 date a superstar
We take lunch, now twelve

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lay in 745
Big boy cars, all we drive
Into the club we get all the eyes 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 rollin' 24's, open Bentley do's
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that my nigga

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