Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

That nigga let his flow go
Niggaz to switch up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip niggaz a micky
Drop joint

Yeah, yeah, the remix, y'all
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, an' Jigga
Big chips Twista, y'all, get this money

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

bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some 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
it cold 'cause the music is a part of me
Can't spit it fast as me
Got an of haters comin' after me

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

Pull up on the 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 five Chrysler, trees for the
Three hoes in the back, two in the front
Twenty-two shoes, CV's in the trunk
Gettin' that money, my

Makin' off a style 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

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

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

Pull up to the club, in the back
Some smokin' on weed, some sippin'
Into the club, whole to the back
Super the stars it sharp as a tack

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

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

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

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

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

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

This for my niggaz
body Mo' sippers
Pimps, hustlers, herb
Get this

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

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

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

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

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 doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' money, my nigga

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

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