Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

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

Yeah, yeah, it's the remix,
a muh'fucker, yeah
Wassup my nigga? An' hot up in that 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, an' Jigga
Big chips with Twista, y'all, get money

I heard the ballers I pulled up to the club
I'm rollin' 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 niggaz lookin' at me for the up
Try to creep, creep, I a gun up
I put a hole in the first nigga run up

The be Jay, R an' T
Spit it 'cause the music is a part of me
Can't nobody it fast as me
Got an of haters comin' after me

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

Pull up on the block in the gray Bentley
Full of sport modes, you could hang with me
Just to get in early, I a extra 50
Getting' money, my nigga

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

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

Rollin' this cheer, put the niggaz in
Makin' bitches shed tears, a look at my career
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 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes we gettin' that money, my nigga

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

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

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

Feelin' on your
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, ho was a nurse
An' I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a
showbiz 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 date with a
We take lunch, now o'clock

Hit the 'bout two o'clock
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 because we gettin' that money, my

Gettin' this money, switchin' my an' my kicks
Like I'm addicted to difference, you pick what you want from me
To be a lame with visions of riches, 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 like
So we fend for ourself an' the is in raw
We can't but been lost, what else gon' make that engine roar?

Lay back in 745, big boy cars, all we drive
the club we get all the eyes
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, open them Bentley
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money, my

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

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