Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Bustin' out the
A jewelry real metal like a can opener
I went from to riches to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some lips
And the F&N my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp
And my roll got a big dip
She bring it on a big ship
Quite trill, no Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip
She just wanna a good day
Smoke way more than a guy in L.A
I want them birds 'til May
Never let em fly
What!? I ay
what my nigga Tip say

If it about the money
be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't the money
Ain't no use in you my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't the money
Nah I can't even what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me it

I'm packin' 11, I'm 11
I ride in a gator, my are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on bitches
When it's bout time to pay bail on these bitches

Ay what you we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga a hood hoe
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket of Stones"
Put your money down I could book a four
You playin' it, I'ma send 'em through your car door
But while I flood the sick got prob' oh
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, Hardo
The head honcho, no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco,
Niggas talk shit, well I don't to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no

If it ain't the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I gettin' up
If it ain't the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my
If it ain't about the
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, nigga miss me with it

I'm packin' 11, I'm 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are
I'm slime like the reverend, I at the reverend
Pants out the store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma on these bitches

Aye, you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin in the trap, good blow
Maybach used to slang crack
Buy a stolen car he bang that AK
If you ever took a loss better bring back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your bout that
Know you be, on your best behavior when addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we let em be
Niggas me, I'm a catch a felony
For real, if you listen I can get you
But not in shit you say

If it ain't the money
Don't be me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my
If it about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do
If it ain't about the
Bitch, you can miss me it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I'm 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are
I'm like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these
When it's bout time to pay bail on these bitches

Ay, what you think we in the neighborhood
Standin' at the store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a wife a hood ho
Learned that UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones" nigga