Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Paper

[Intro: the Kid]
Yeah, you know what I'm
Can't switch, huh
Ooh, ayy, any, huh

Rich the Kid]
You ain't a boss you can't her
I might just paint the mustard
I got rich, on my mother
Say she you, still can't trust her
Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed it
But my frames, they Dior, I can't see
Why boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper
Bring the out now, I got mo' haters

[Verse 1: Rich the
Where my stash Bring the racks out
your bad bop (Bad)
I blew that out (Cash, what)
Yah, ayy, ran my up
Now I got mo' (I got mo' papers)
wanna fuck 'cause I got mo' papers
Now I Speed Race, I want more
My bitch bake the cake, I might the Wraith
Hermès links, check the
Chanel when she blink, she want that pink (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: the Kid]
You a boss you can't touch her
I might just the Bentley mustard
I got rich, that's on my
Say she love you, can't trust her
Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Race it
But my frames, Dior, I can't see baby
Why boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper
Bring the out now, I got mo' haters

2: YG]
I the bag fast, fast, fast, fast (Fast)
Pulled up, Lambo, mad, mad, mad, mad (Niggas mad)
Saint Laurent, hard bottoms, splash, splash, (Splash)
You might slip on a drip, you need the cash
I my 6-4 red, a lot of my homies dead
Some of my Blue, a lot of my homies Red
On Bloods, I need head, I'm tryin' to feel it in my legs
I'm trying to spend a little bread, fuck it up at Sakks,
All my bitches drive Benz, I'll put you in a
All my hoes conniving, they finesse M's
nigga slide in, oh yeah, yeah she did
Before you me, give that pussy a cleanse, yeah

[Chorus: Rich the
You ain't a boss you can't her
I just paint the Bentley mustard
I got rich, on my mother
Say she love you, still can't her
Cut the pork, the top, then I Speed Race it
But my frames, they Dior, I can't see
Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo'
the money out now, I got mo' haters