Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Numbers

[Verse 1 - Wiz
I cop me one, cop me one for my old
You think she my newest bitch, she my old
Khalifa, a younger who handle his
Hoes get in my car, ask what the is
shit, look that up my nigga, I handle biz
On fire, like a is
be dressing off the mannequin
Hmm, and I get fresh like where them is?
yet sandwiches, bad bitch Spanish friends
Could of the President, rather be the man instead

- Wiz Khalifa]
Now when I get paid, my checks be like phone numbers
Now when I get paid, my checks be looking like phone
(You can shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm millions, nigga I'm talking millions
(You can shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, I'm talking millions

is money so I went and bought a Rolex (Bought a Rolex)
Time is money so I went and bought a (Bought a Rolex)
I'm millions, nigga I'm talking millions
(You can shit bitch, I'm worth a million)
I'm talking millions, nigga I'm talking
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm a million, what?)

[Verse 2 - Tha Truth]
I'm in the hood off something that's corner surfing
Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm polar
faces, I'm shitting on them diamond infested
Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, my time is
I'm still the and I'm thugged out
Any block, any club, I it out
I the one for competition, I'ma blow it out
I'm going hard, I don't plan on going out
I'm money, probably something you don't know about
I stunt hard, you would swear I was showing out
Don't tell me get them, I got them and I'ma throw out
And back door on these that I was warning out
While I'm in machine, convert the top
them that the sky is the limit
With a four of freaks, she got her in my lap
So you would think she was hiding in it

[Verse 3 - Big
Shrimp, steak, liquor, and
Real shit boy, these imposters
deserve a Oscar, Kevin Costner
Oh my God sir,
I got this and that and I want like I got a hostage, yeah
Counting seven digits, no wonder why the calling
Got your bitch panties falling
Dollars come like I fuck in the
I them I could, they tell me I can't
They want me to trip I'm ducking the paint
I'm popping champagne, and puffing on
Shining hard, boy, niggas got to see me
My dick hard, your bitch is