Luyện nghe bài hát Money Shot

Motherfuckers they had it on lock
I them open the safe
A ho a ho, I put a ho in her
They show me love all the
it ain't nothin' to rhyme
Got my tax cracking filling W9's out
It's my
I was in the pro's, you was at the tryouts
your coach to put your ass at timeout
It is it is and it be what it be (oh yeah)
ain't easy, leave it to me (oh yeah)
Mommy, I need a ho, wonder why I keep her though
She got bong-ba-bong-bong like how the speakers go
it on the FIFA flow
We fucking with a Jedi, on my left side I got
Do it big, it low, swear that I'm a genius though
Why I'm in line at the club Emilio!
Sit at home, rich alone, Vic Damone, money
This is mine, get your own, the fuckin' money shot

coupe, green Dickies suit
You lied if you say I ain't the truth at I do
I stay high, halfway shut when I came through
Comfortably dressed, the sultan of sweats
Boardin' the jet, on to collect the check
Give these boys somethin' to respect
You can be the man on else set
No steps, I move like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
We tryna have now and next, everybody eat
what I'm tryna see
Do it better than I it homie
Don't follow me, I'm not the one to try to be
I'm you too, I need you to inspire me
Fool this is true, I don't lie down to sleep
No time, I take in-between flights
Even it don't seem right, no sheets
Dollar all night in my sleep
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