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

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

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

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your 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 nobody spit it as me
Got an academy of haters after me

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

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

Oh five Chrysler, trees for the
hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
Twenty-two inch shoes, in the trunk
Gettin' that money, my

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

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

Pull up to the club, chicks in the
smokin' on weed, some sippin' Cognac
Into the club, crew to the back
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 still not
I play haters V play tennis

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

Feelin' on booty
Tryin' to get one of these nice
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 pimp 'til I'm in a hearse
Sometimes 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 date a superstar
We take lunch, now twelve

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

This for my project
Wide Mo' sippers
Pimps, hustlers, flippers
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 Bentley
Got plenty because we gettin' that money, my nigga

Gettin' this money, my whips an' my kicks
Like I'm just to difference, you pick what you want from me
To be a lame visions of riches, enter my brain
Like I picture 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 an' the wealth is in raw
We can't help but been lost, what else gon' that engine roar?

Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we
Into the club we get all the
you gettin' 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 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' money, my nigga

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

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