Luyện nghe bài hát Money To Blow

Richer than the
money, bitches
Yeah, coming to you from the city of Houst-Atlanta-Vegas
So what do you do, young One hundred

I am on a 24-hour champagne
Spillin' while I'm sippin', I you to try it
I'm just saying that 'cause I don't have to buy it
The club owner it, boy I'm on that fly shit

I am what everybody in my past don't me to be
Guess what? I made it, I'm the fuckin' man, I just want you to see
Come take a look, get a load of this, nigga, quit on me
Don't come around and try and gas me up, I runnin' on E

I, I, I, I'm on my Disney shit, Goofy
On records, I'm Hook, and my new car is Roofio
Damn, where my roof just go, I'm somebody you should know
Get to shakin' somethin' 'cause that's what Drumma it for

Yes I make mistakes that I don't make excuses for
Like girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes
I'm my thoughts, I say damn where my roof just go?
Top slipped off like Janet at the Super
I got em

They can't help it, and I can't 'em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got to blow
I'm gettin' it in, these bills fall
All over skin

I got money to oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh
(Cash millionaire, yo, yo)
Got money to

Richer than the
We certified gettin' it CM, YM, Money business
Higher the ceiling, fly like a bird
Hit the Gucci store and get served

We smoked out with no on it
people passin', so we smash 'em
Ballin' out, we keep the on deck
Lamborghinis and the on the V Set

Louie lens iced up with the black
Car of the year, Ferrari, the new
No lie, I'm higher than I ever
rich, born uptown, born to win

Fully loaded, automatic 6
Candy paint, foreign with my bitch in
hustlin', too big, nigga, to size me up
Can't stop me, more money, 'em up

They can't help it, and I can't 'em
I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
I'm it in
Letting bills fall all over your skin

I got to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh

When I get every 24 hours, money and the power
to VIP and get a champagne shower
I don't have to worry everything ours
And I got a big bouquet of Jane's flowers

kush, I promise that's my doobie
We don't smoke that Bush
And I'm with two women, make you take a second
We like champagne bottles, but we never shook
And we goin' be alright if we put Drake on hook

They help it, and I can't blame 'em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got to blow
I'm it in
these bills fall all over your skin

I got money to oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
Got to blow