Luyện nghe bài hát Money Up

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

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

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

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

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

I gotta run my 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 gotta get mo'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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