Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

That nigga let his fuck go
Niggaz tryin' to switch up the on niggaz
Hit niggaz, niggaz with a micky
Drop joint

Yeah, yeah, it's the remix,
a muh'fucker, yeah
Wassup my nigga? An' still hot up in that boy, ain't it
Yo, Jay, Kel, ta set it off for y'all, yeah, c'mon

It's the
Track Master remix, y'all, an' Jigga
Big chips with Twista, y'all, get money

I heard the when I pulled up to the club
'Cause I'm rollin' up on fo'
butter interior, black body
An' in you didn't know, I be the Twista

Hundred 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 nigga that run up

The be Jay, R an' T
Spit it cold 'cause the music is a of me
Can't nobody spit it as me
Got an academy of comin' after me

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

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

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

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

Rollin' this cheer, put the in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, a look at my career
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 because we gettin' that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, them Bentley doors
Got hoes 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 crew to the
the stars make it sharp as a tack

Gotta have my inch in it
In the house, from the gate, minutes
Game over an' I'm not finished
I play like V play tennis

Livin' a motherfuckin' Richie Rich nigga
Got a for my Maybach, nigga
White linen, smokin'
like bullets, tongue like a trigger

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

Was a at birth, first ho was a nurse
An' I'ma be a pimp I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes is the worst
I'm blessed 'The Gift & The Curse'

ball, now I'm off to the spa
an' clean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date with a
We lunch, now twelve o'clock

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

This for my niggaz
Wide Mo' sippers
Pimps, hustlers, flippers
Get this

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

Gettin' money, switchin' my whips an' my kicks
Like I'm just addicted to difference, you what you want from me
To be a with visions of riches, enter my brain
Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin'

just insane, is it? I'm from the district
Where niggaz either in prison or pay like in-laws
So we fend for an' the wealth is in raw
We can't help but been lost, what else make that engine roar?

Lay back in 745, big boy cars, all we drive
Into the club we get all the
When you gettin' money, my nigga

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 doors
Got plenty hoes because we that money, my nigga

Track Master remix, y'all, Kels an'
Big chips Twista, y'all, get this money

Dance, c'mon, you sonobitches,
Dance, motherfuckers, dance
Dance, drunk sonobitches,
Get your money, nigga, best of