Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Bustin' out the
A jewelry real metal like a can opener
I from rags to riches to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch some smart lips
And the F&N my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these bitty shrimp dips
And my roll got a big dip
She gon' it on a big ship
Quite trill, no Quik
I got in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna a good day
Smoke way more weed 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 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 ringin' my line, stop wastin' my
If it ain't about the
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I 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 are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck lettuce
She try the extras, I told on these bitches
When bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

Ay you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the store with a pocket full of dough
be damned if a nigga wipe a hood hoe
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket of Stones"
Put your money down I 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 doin' it for black and yellow, Hardo
The head honcho, nigga no Tonto,
I'm quick to put some in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no
No murder, no dough, no

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 ringin' my line, stop my time
If it about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

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

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

If it about 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 about 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 it, bitch nigga miss me with it

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

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