Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

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

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

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

I heard the ballers when I up to the club
I'm rollin' up on fo' flickers
Peanut interior, black body
An' in case you know, I be the Twista

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put 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 nigga that run up

The be Jay, R an' T
Spit it 'cause the music is a part of me
Can't spit it fast as me
Got an of haters comin' after me

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

Pull up on the block in the alien Bentley
Full of sport modes, you never could with me
Just to get in early, I a extra 50
that money, my nigga

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

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

Rollin' cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, a look at my career
Now the shit's swell when I get up to 70 in the
Peep the 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 that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley
Got hoes because we gettin' that money, my nigga

Pull up to the club, in the back
Some on weed, some sippin' Cognac
the club, whole crew to the back
Super the stars make it as a tack

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

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

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

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

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

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

This for my project
Wide body Mo'
Pimps, hustlers, herb
Get money

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

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

It's insane, is it? I'm from the district
Where niggaz in prison or pay visits like in-laws
So we fend for an' the wealth is in raw
We help but been lost, what else gon' make that engine roar?

Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we
Into the we get all the eyes
When you that money, my nigga

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

Track Master remix, y'all, an' Jigga
Big chips with Twista, y'all, get this

Dance, c'mon, you sonobitches,
Dance, lazy motherfuckers,
Dance, drunk sonobitches,
Get money, nigga, best of both