Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

That let his fuck flow 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 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, an' Jigga
Big with Twista, y'all, get this money

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

Hundred in my pockets, put your ones up
I some niggaz 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 cold the music is a part of me
nobody spit it fast as me
Got an academy of comin' after me

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

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

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

Makin' dough off a 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

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

Pull up to the club, in the back
smokin' on weed, some sippin' Cognac
Into the club, 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 play like V play tennis

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

Feelin' on booty
to get one of these nice 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 stretches in a
Sometimes is the worst
I'm blessed with 'The & The Curse'

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 twelve

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

This for my 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 that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, them Bentley doors
Got plenty because we gettin' that money, my nigga

this money, switchin' my whips an' my kicks
Like I'm addicted 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 either in prison or pay visits like 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 back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we
the club we get all the eyes
When you that money, my nigga

We off up in the club, we got our up
Drinks in the club because we that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open Bentley doors
Got plenty because we gettin' that money, my nigga

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

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