Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

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

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

It's the
Track Master remix, y'all, Kels an'
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, black
An' in case you know, I be the Twista

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your 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 nigga that run up

The be Jay, R an' T
Spit it cold the music is a part of me
Can't spit it fast as me
Got an academy of comin' after me

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

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

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

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

Rollin' this cheer, put the niggaz in
bitches shed tears, take a look at my career
Now the shit's when I get up to 70 in the Coupe
Peep the wing 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 them doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' money, my nigga

Pull up to the club, chicks in the
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, twenty
Game an' I'm still not finished
I play haters like V tennis

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

Feelin' on your
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 'til I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes showbiz is the
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 with a
We take lunch, now o'clock

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

This for my project
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' that money, my
We 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes we gettin' that money, my nigga

Gettin' this money, switchin' my whips an' my
I'm just addicted 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 lanes

It's just insane, is it? I'm from the
Where niggaz either in prison or pay visits in-laws
So we for ourself an' the wealth is in raw
We can't but been 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 gettin' 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, open them 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 money, nigga, best of both