Luyện nghe bài hát Money To Blow

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

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

I am what everybody in my past want me to be
Guess what? I made it, I'm the mutha fuckin' man, I just you to see
Come a look, get a load of this, nigga, quit frontin' on me
come around and try and gas me up, I like runnin' on E

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

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

They can't it, and I can't blame 'em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got to blow
I'm gettin' it in, letting these 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

than the richest
We gettin' it CM, YM, Cash Money business
Higher than the ceiling, fly like a
Hit the Gucci store and later get

We smoked out with no on it
Them passin', so we smash 'em
Ballin' out, we keep the cash on
and the Bentleys on the V Set

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

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

They can't it, and I can't blame 'em
I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
I'm it in
these 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 money to oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh

When I get paid every 24 hours, money and the
Come to VIP and get a shower
I don't have to worry because ours
And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane's

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

They can't help it, and I 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 money to oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
Got to blow