Luyện nghe bài hát Money

For the love of
Uh huh,
Dangerous, H-Class, little E
Uhh uhh

I know if it's the pretty face or the expensive taste
got everybody wantin' to touch 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 know that Charli's in charge
Weekly massage, platnuim and gold

Money in NY to Witchitaw
And I stay with my 'cause you know how bitches are
Aggy, 'cause they baby wanna bag me
That's why I never home without the 44
Ya'll hoes do nothin' to me

I got game wrapped like a dubee
up in what?
Charli about, I really got
And it ain't that I'm on myself, I'm really hot

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)

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

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

Long Kiss Goodnight, don't hold ya breath
Bitches know I'm the shit with my MAC
Crushin' the player haters with a 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 could over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another
Niggas bricks that'll stay if it's 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 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)

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

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

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

Even with my nails done, I can guns 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 he advance me dough
So I put out mines and tell keep yours yo
For

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 of money
(Really it, yeah)

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 of money
(Really it, yeah)

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 of money
(Really it, yeah)