Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

If it about the money
Don't be me up, nigga I ain't gettin' 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 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 are Guiseppe
I'm like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck lettuce
She try make the extras, I on these bitches
When it's 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 of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga a hood hoe
Learned that from UGK in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down I could a hard four
You with 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, no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco,
Niggas talk shit, well I respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no

If it ain't 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 what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it about 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, stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these
it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

Aye, what you think we in the neighborhood
Standin in the trap, slangin blow
used to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car he bang that AK
If you ever took a loss better bring that
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains that
Know you better be, on your best behavior addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we let em be
Niggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a
For real, if you I can get you paid
But not interested in 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, 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 me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I'm packin' 11, I'm 11
I in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the
Pants out the grocery store, they with 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 full of dough
I'll be if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"