Luyện nghe bài hát Money Up

I gotta run my money up, stack your money up
I gotta stack that paper up, so we can
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 your 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 mad I just gotta get dough

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

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

We got the keys to the
The coast, down South and New York City
You niggaz silly, I know you feelin' shitty
You that we gon' 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, dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just get mo'

Bring money up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can
Plenty hoes, dough, plenty drank, plenty 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 money
Old school, new school, big money
You so funny

I keep a big pistol, who the fuck 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, to the message at hand
I'm talkin' get money, and Japan
Germany, Australia, France and
niggaz everywhere, we get to the money man

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

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

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

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