Luyện nghe bài hát Money To Blow

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

I am on a champagne diet
while I'm sippin', I encourage you to try it
I'm probably just saying that I don't have to buy it
The club owner supply it, boy I'm on fly shit

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

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

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

They can't help it, and I can't 'em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to
I'm gettin' it in, letting bills fall
All over your

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 gettin' it CM, YM, Cash Money business
than the ceiling, fly like a bird
Hit the store and later get served

We smoked out no roof on it
Them people passin', so we 'em
Ballin' out, we the cash on deck
and the Bentleys on the V Set

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

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

They can't help it, and I blame 'em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to
I'm it in
Letting 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

When I get every 24 hours, money and the power
Come to VIP and get a shower
I don't to worry because everything ours
And I got a big bouquet of Mary flowers

That kush, I that's my doobie
We don't that Reggie Bush
And I'm with two women, make you a second look
We poppin' like 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 money to
I'm it in
Letting these bills fall all 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
Got to blow