Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

That nigga let his fuck go
Niggaz to switch up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a
that joint

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

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

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

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 hole in the nigga that run up

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

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

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

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

Rollin' this cheer, put the in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, take a look at my
Now the shit's when I get up to 70 in the Coupe
Peep the wing when I hope out the tail, '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 hoes because we gettin' that money, my

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

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

like a motherfuckin' Richie Rich nigga
Got a for my Maybach, nigga
White linen, cigar
Lyrics like bullets, like a trigger

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

Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a
An' I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm in a hearse
Sometimes showbiz is the
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 date a superstar
We take lunch, now o'clock

Hit the mall 'bout two
In the 'bout five o'clock
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
Drinks in the club because we gettin' money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley
Got plenty hoes we gettin' that money, my nigga

Gettin' this money, switchin' my whips an' my
Like I'm just to difference, you pick what you want from me
To be a lame with of riches, enter my brain
I picture myself in deep 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 fend for ourself an' the 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 club we get all the
When you that money, my nigga

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 because we that money, my nigga

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

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