Luyện nghe bài hát Money Up

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

I'm talkin' dedication, motivation
Talkin' inspiration, talkin' money
paper chasin', taught we got to get it
Sittin' back waitin' on somethin', man, I with it

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, back to the message at
I'm talkin' get money, 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 stack that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I mad I just gotta 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, drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I gotta get dough

Fuck metaphors, all philosophical
Rap shit is easy, make this shit an obstacle
This is basic training, show you the
Man this is a product, it's just like dope

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

I gotta run my money up, shorty stack money up
I gotta stack paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, smoke
Ballin' all day and I mad I just gotta get mo'

Bring your money up, hey, bring your up, hoe
What we Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty
Ballin' all day and I mad I just gotta