Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

That nigga let his fuck go
Niggaz tryin' to up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a
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, ta set it off for y'all, yeah, c'mon

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

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

bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear niggaz lookin' at me for the come 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 cold 'cause the is a part of me
Can't nobody it fast 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 this

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

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

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

Rollin' this cheer, put the in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, 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, open Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money, my

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

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

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

Feelin' on your
to get one of these nice ladies
To up to my room an' do me
her man like, Who's he?

Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a
An' be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse
showbiz is the worst
I'm blessed with 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 o'clock

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

This for my project
body Mo' sippers
Pimps, hustlers, herb
Get this

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

this money, switchin' my whips an' my kicks
Like I'm just addicted to difference, you pick you want from me
To be a lame with of riches, enter my brain
Like I myself in deep dishes, just switchin' lanes

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

Lay in 745, big boy cars, that's all we drive
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 gettin' that money, my
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley
Got plenty hoes we gettin' that money, my nigga

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

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