Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Bustin' out the
A nigga jewelry real like a can opener
I went rags 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 fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips
And my roll got a big dip
She bring it on a big ship
Quite trill, no Quik
I got drugs in the alley, no tip
She just have a good day
Smoke way more than a guy in L.A
I want birds 'til next May
Never let em fly
What!? I ay
what my nigga Tip say

If it ain't about the
Don't be me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it about the money
no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
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 miss me it

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

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

If it about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't up
If it about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop my time
If it ain't about the
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't do shit
If it about 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 are Guiseppe
I'm slime the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on bitches
When it's time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

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

If it about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I gettin' up
If it ain't 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 hear what you say, I ain't finna do
If it ain't the money
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 shoes are
I'm like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, stuck with lettuce
She try the extras, I told on these bitches
it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

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