Luyện nghe bài hát Money Up

I run my money up, shorty stack your money up
I gotta that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just get mo'

Bring your up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
we stackin'? Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get

I'm talkin' dedication, talkin'
Talkin' inspiration, money chasin'
Talkin' chasin', taught we got to get it
Sittin' back waitin' on somethin', man, I ain't it

You niggaz bumpin' your gums, that talkin' kill it
I'm sendin' a message yes homey I hope you get it
You head bouncers with them two big fitteds
him pop, man we runnin' up our digits

We got the keys to the
The coast, down South and New York City
You pussy niggaz silly, I you feelin' shitty
You think that we gon' now and show some pity?

I gotta run my money up, stack your money up
I gotta that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I gotta get mo'

Bring your money up, hey, your paper up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get

Yeah, I'm smellin' myself, I'm like money
Jefferson, Jackson, Ben Frank
Old school, new school, big money
You muh'fuckers so

I a big pistol, who the fuck want it?
Niggaz talkin'? Who the fuck done it?
Niggaz sendin' threats man who the fuck
Ain't no over here nigga ain't nobody runnin'

Now, back to the at hand
I'm get money, Africa and Japan
Germany, Australia, France and
Hood niggaz everywhere, we get to the man

I run my money up, shorty stack your money up
I gotta stack that paper up, so we can
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty
all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get mo'

Bring your up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
What we Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get

Fuck metaphors, gettin' all
Rap shit is easy, y'all make shit an obstacle
This is basic training, you the ropes
Man this music is a product, just like dope

First of all get your own hustle, don't mine
We all spit game, mine just happen to
Second of all stay prayed up and stay on your
And your opportunity come be ready to shine

I gotta run my money up, stack your money up
I gotta that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I gotta get mo'

Bring money up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
What we Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can have
hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I gotta