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 pretty or the expensive taste
That got everybody wantin' to me like Case
Feels So Good like Mase, to pull
I want, diplomats on the Rover

The way I put it on a sober
I 'em comin' back, knockin' on my door like Jehovah's
already know that Charli's in charge
Weekly massage, platnuim and cars

Money stashed in NY to
And I stay with my niggas 'cause you know how are
Aggy, they baby daddy wanna bag me
That's why I never leave home the 44
Ya'll hoes do nothin' to me

I got this wrapped like a dubee
Pinned up in
rappin' about, I really got
And it ain't I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot

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 of money
(Really it, yeah)

Yo yo yo, gimme the
Rich bitch be swimmin' in
I need Jet in mind, can't tease a dime
Lookin' in the mirror, feelin' pleased the shine

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

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

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

For the love of
(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 of money
(Dollar y'all)
For the of money
(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, leavin' no
'Cause shit for no will be in the briefcase
Yeah, Long Goodnight, Baltimore get it right
For the cash, pop out the window and shoot the ice

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

Bingo, get 'em ready for like nothin' happen
Here's a apple for the teacher, 'em mommy said,"Hi"
Bet he fail you no more, one more F and he die

Even with my nails done, I can take apart, son
So when come lookin' for this reporter broke, Un
Dealt with but I had to move on
But for of these I tattoo the little P-Pac 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 love of
(Dollar y'all)
For the of money
(Gots to it, eh, heh)

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