Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yo, I got this plan to make some
I want you to keep this to yourself
At 6:15 a.m, the pulls out of the
Post office on and Wilsher
Now it makes one stop it goes to Sacramento
Which is a mail drop-off at First Loan and Savings

I did whatever I to get by
Slang dope, jack people, in the sky
When you on the edge, yeah homie it's a high
You get caught up in the drama and you die

in a hard world, some are livin' lies
Son you better wise up and open up your
Shit it easy homie people will connive
Better a hustle, if you mean to survive

Why you're so greedy, can you tell us all
homie believe me you're fuckin' metal ply
For the dollar everybody is a target real
Talkin' is you're fate's signed and sealed

You could be the next one 'em in the path
What maybe if you do the math you can the blood bath
All the money that we too weak to take greed
Give it to an man the money is still deep

bill y'all
Dollar y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar y'all

Dollar bill
Dollar bill
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Dollar y'all
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Dollar, bill y'all

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Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar bill

I got through all my life

for the mean green
Never get enough is a mother fuckin' dream
For the love on a cash
You could live and you could die slow

Show where's the can bet ass you believe it
'Cause niggas you know try hard to be schemin'
Work hard is for everything to rock
You a dead mother fucker I get got

got game floss and drop names
My move's faster than a train
Fuck the world ask me for shit
you on your knees and you want some dick

Spot a nigga with a hairline trigger
root they make, their reputations get bigger
For the love of the money, pussy, and
Fools change and get all up

Dollar bill
Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar y'all

Dollar y'all
Dollar y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar bill

Dollar y'all
Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar bill

bill y'all
Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar y'all

Only if ya better keep eyes peeled
'Cause you were talkin' for jacks and real
you rap or do biz or drug deal
Homie for the dollar, you can get yourself

He to jet it, could happen with no discussion
Straps of all pain fuckin' eruptin'
For the green little papers your neighbors
But what if your put the arms in his favor?

up the heater to mash you punk bitches
Don't wanna earn shit you wanna for the riches
Nothin' in life's for free my nigga learn
You burn someone they might just burn

Scorchin' to the third degree
Auh trigger deserve to be
Put out of you misery, you're son
When your body disappears, then the come

Dollar bill
Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar bill

bill y'all
Dollar y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar y'all

Dollar y'all
bill y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar bill

Dollar bill
Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, bill y'all