Luyện nghe bài hát Money

For the of what
Uh huh,
Charli Dangerous, H-Class, E
Uhh uhh

I don't know if it's the face or the expensive taste
That got everybody wantin' to me like Case
Feels So Good like Mase, to over
Anywhere I want, diplomats on the

The way I put it on a nigga
I have 'em back, knockin' on my door like Jehovah's
Ya'll already know that in charge
Weekly massage, platnuim and cars

Money in NY to Witchitaw
And I stay with my 'cause you know how bitches are
Aggy, 'cause they baby daddy bag me
why I never leave home without the 44
Ya'll can't do nothin' to me

I got this game like a dubee
Pinned up in
rappin' about, I really got
And it that I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot

For the of money
(Dollar y'all)
For the of money
(Gots to it, eh, heh)

For the love of
(Dollar y'all)
For the of money
(Really it, yeah)

Yo yo yo, the money
Rich bitch be swimmin' in
I need Jet Ski's in mind, can't a dime
Lookin' in the mirror, feelin' pleased with the

Lady Rolex for the time, the is S
the ice on the bra of my chest
When the money ain't right I go far to the
wanna play games then Charli direct

Wanna Long Goodnight, don't hold ya breath
Bitches I'm the shit with my MAC lipstick
Crushin' the player haters with a purple
alligator, my bag is too
If I was broke you, I would be mad like you

But you can come work for Charli, a boss with a
Ask anybody, I take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if notty

For the of money
(Dollar y'all)
For the of money
(Gots to it, eh, heh)

For the love of
(Dollar y'all)
For the love of
(Really it, yeah)

For the love of
(Dollar y'all)
For the love of
(Gots to it, eh, heh)

For the of money
(Dollar y'all)
For the love of
(Really it, yeah)

Uh huh, yo when you look you see the slim waist, no trace
'Cause shit for no Charli will be in the
Yeah, Long Kiss Goodnight, Baltimore get it
For the cash, pop out the and shoot through the ice

no love here, just the black gloves here
Check it and I don't get by with nothin' I can't leave in 30
But my kids, think mommy a teacher, they don't know
For the love of this, I make the world tre' dough

Bingo, get 'em ready for school like happen
Here's a apple for the teacher, 'em mommy said,"Hi"
Bet he won't you no more, one more F and he die

Even my nails done, I can take guns apart, son
So when they come lookin' for reporter broke, Un
Dealt with birds but I had to on
But for none of these I tattoo the little on my arm

Ask Un how the ones be when he advance me
So I put out mines and tell dawg keep yo
For

For the of money
(Dollar y'all)
For the love of
(Gots to it, eh, heh)

For the love of
(Dollar y'all)
For the love of
(Really it, yeah)

For the of money
(Dollar y'all)
For the love of
(Gots to it, eh, heh)

For the of money
(Dollar y'all)
For the of money
(Really it, yeah)

For the love of
(Dollar y'all)
For the love of
(Gots to it, eh, heh)

For the love of
(Dollar y'all)
For the love of
(Really it, yeah)