Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)
Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)

Yo, yo yo yo, this is strictly for heavyweight's
Not them playa haters,
'Cause in the
You ask for to hit em, uh

My man Blake flew me to the Erie
me to this heavy weighter, called himself Drake
First mistake, piece was fake
But wait, he got in his cake, I ain't fuckin' with him

one rule, always keep your cool, even though you ain't a fool
And you see through the nigga, how he figure?
If he less than six
He gonna get the digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?

Duke ain't even the space
Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his
Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
I got 20/20 vision, money vision
(Uh, uh, uh)

No dough, no show, dodo, a no-no
Just some words from the late Frank White
I blink right, if your tight
wanted me to work for him, even flirt for him

Wear a short skirt for him, he know
I'ma end up him at the end of the day
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my
If money talk and bullshit walk, one

I'm in love wit' ta mon, twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, it more pay
time, more money, have it your way

I'm in love wit' ta mon, twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, it more pay
More time, more money, it your way

Know de money and the lovin' is my
Me a forget it

Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the
his man and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on 'em, shoes the crocodile on 'em

But the still was corny, he bore me
His preference was more sorta soccer
Me, I do with the Mali and the vodka
Out in Cali proper and I, betcha fifty

My whole committee shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's
One glance at the make ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these, talkin'?
I this nigga in the worst way

And I didn't be here in the first place
But uh, just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, go along with the plan
Tryin' hard not to him off

And I know he soft, when I cough, to cover up a lie
And the lie keep me of empathy
So when I shit on nigga, he gon' still pamper me
I see, this nigga ain't about nuttin', 'cause he frontin'
He must be up to somethin', round 'em up, I come, uh

I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly my age
I to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, money, have it your way

As the evening down, I'm making sure
my Milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
I picked the place, Umberto's of course
Italian where they confiscate, in they office

anywhere, any year, who dare
They the mob and they don't and I swear
While I'm thinkin about later
Here come the with the phone in the tray, anyways

"Is a Queen in the house?"
How could he say this out his
I'm the only black chick diamonds this thick
Hopin' my nigga Blake C.
sometimes these cat's like to fool you

Check it, let me you
Remember when I those niggaz robbed Leo
Rolled on him, him up in the black Geo
They was creole, used to be a tight
Till one fled with the dough, what's his
(Rio)

I was a girlie lover, undercover
Played they hoes in tight clothes like they was no
Dumbin' the Jungle Brothers, till they caught me for my gems
All I'm sayin' is what he did to me, do it to him, is you

You late, duct and cable rope
Once I wrap it round his throat all she wrote, uh
(Oh oh)

Na, na, na, na,
(Oh, oh)
Whookie, whookie,
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh)
Wha
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Wha uh, na, na, na, na
(Uh, gotta get that man, money talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Wha uh, na, na, na, na
(Uh, gotta get that man, money talks)