Luyện nghe bài hát Money To Blow

Richer than the
More money,
Yeah, coming to you live from the city of
So do you do, young lady? One hundred

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

I am what in my past don't want me to be
Guess what? I made it, I'm the mutha 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, my roof just go, I'm somebody that you should know
Get to shakin' somethin' 'cause what Drumma produced it for

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

They help it, and I can't blame 'em
I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
I'm gettin' it in, letting these fall
All over 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 money to

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

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

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

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

They can't help it, and I can't 'em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to
I'm it in
Letting these bills 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 paid every 24 hours, money and the
Come to VIP and get a shower
I don't to worry because everything ours
And I got a big bouquet of Jane's flowers

That kush, I that's my doobie
We smoke that Reggie Bush
And I'm with two women, make you a second look
We poppin' like champagne bottles, but we never
And we goin' be alright if we put on every hook

They help it, and I can't 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 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