Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

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

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

It's the
Track Master remix, y'all, Kels an'
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'
Peanut butter interior, black
An' in case you know, I be the Twista

bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggaz lookin' at me for the up
Try to creep, creep, I a gun up
I put a hole in the first 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 know I got you want
I know I got what you
an' mob to the top
Before you get this

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

Oh five Chrysler, for the blunts
Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the
Twenty-two inch shoes, in the trunk
that money, my nigga

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

Rollin' this cheer, put the niggaz in
Makin' 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
Drinks in the because we gettin' that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' money, my nigga

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

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

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

Feelin' on booty
Tryin' to get one of these ladies
To come up to my 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
showbiz is the worst
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 with a superstar
We take lunch, now twelve

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

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

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

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
Like I picture in deep dishes, just switchin' lanes

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

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

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 Bentley
Got plenty hoes because we that money, my nigga

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

Dance, c'mon, you sonobitches,
Dance, lazy motherfuckers,
Dance, sonobitches, dance
Get your money, nigga, of both