Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

If it ain't about the
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 wastin' my
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 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 the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay bail on these bitches

Ay you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga a hood hoe
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket of Stones"
Put your down I could book 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 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, nigga I gettin' up
If it ain't about the
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my
If it ain't about the
Nah I can't hear 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 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the
Pants out the store, they 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 for?
Standin in the trap, good blow
Maybach used to slang that
Buy a stolen car while he bang AK
If you ever took a better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains that
Know you better be, on your best when addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we let em be
Niggas me, I'm a catch a felony
For real, if you I can get you paid
But not interested in you say

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

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