Luyện nghe bài hát Money To Blow

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

I am on a 24-hour diet
while I'm sippin', I encourage you to try it
I'm probably saying 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 don't want me to be
Guess what? I made it, I'm the mutha fuckin' man, I want you to see
Come take a look, get a load of this, nigga, quit on me
Don't around and try and gas me up, I like 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, my roof just go, I'm somebody that you should know
Get to shakin' somethin' 'cause that's Drumma produced it for

Yes I make mistakes that I don't ever make for
Like leavin' girls that love me and constantly hoes
I'm losing my thoughts, I say damn 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 money to
I'm gettin' it in, letting these bills
All your skin

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

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

We out with no roof on it
Them passin', so we smash 'em
Ballin' out, we the cash on deck
Lamborghinis and the on the V Set

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

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

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

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

That kush, I promise my doobie
We smoke that Reggie Bush
And I'm with two women, make you take a look
We poppin' like champagne bottles, but we never
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
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 to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
Got to blow