Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Bustin' out the
A nigga jewelry metal like a can opener
I went from rags to to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some lips
And the F&N make my hip
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty dips
And my bank got a big dip
She gon' it on a big ship
Quite trill, no Trip
I got in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna have a day
Smoke way more weed a guy in L.A
I want them birds 'til May
let em fly away
What!? I ay
Listen my nigga Tip say

If it ain't the money
be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, wastin' my time
If it ain't the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I finna do shit
If it about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch miss me with 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 store, they stuck 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 corner store with a pocket of dough
I'll be if a nigga wipe a hood hoe
Learned from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your down I could book a hard four
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through car door
But while I flood the sick got prob' oh
I'm it for black and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco,
Niggas talk shit, I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no

If it about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, I ain't 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 even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga me with it

I'm packin' 11, I'm 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 on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these

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

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

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

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