Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

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

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

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

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

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put ones up
I hear some lookin' at me for the come up
Try to creep, creep, I a gun up
I put a in the first nigga that run up

The be Jay, R an' T
Spit it '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 you need
an' mob to the top
Before you get money

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

Oh Chrysler, trees for the blunts
Three in the back, two fiends in the front
Twenty-two shoes, CV's in the trunk
that money, my nigga

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

Rollin' this cheer, put the niggaz in
Makin' bitches shed tears, take a look at my
Now the shit's swell I get up to 70 in the Coupe
the wing 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 gettin' that money, my
We rollin' 24's, open Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we that money, my nigga

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

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

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

Feelin' on your
Tryin' to get one of these ladies
To up to my room 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 stretches in a
Sometimes is the worst
I'm blessed with 'The Gift & The

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 o'clock

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

for my project niggaz
Wide Mo' sippers
Pimps, hustlers, flippers
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, open them Bentley
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' 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
Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin'

It's insane, is it? I'm from the district
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 gon' make that engine roar?

Lay in 745, big boy cars, that's all we drive
Into the we get all the eyes
you gettin' that 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, 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, motherfuckers, dance
Dance, drunk sonobitches,
Get money, nigga, best of both