Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)

Me no with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, part
I just want the paper, that
All my bitches
That part, that part, that part, part

Ayy! part
this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I'm back and
that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix pockets, all I do is profit

Quarter million, switchin' lanes, part
Bet my bitch the same old thing, that part
405 with the gun off safe, that
Ayy I'm still tryna make that
Rich or poor nigga, pick your
on top of style, nigga
Five years I've rich, nigga
Bimmers down Fig, nigga
Pushed down Broadway
I've divin' in different hoes, nigga
Got a chain that's worth the Rolls,
Got an back with the top in it
Nigga drivin' it it's a bomb in it

Me no conversate with the fake, that
All my independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, part
All my flavored
That part, part, that part, that part

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
can't be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle
Nigga with an attitude, I like O'Shea
Walkin', livin' legend, man I like Kobe
I just the strip club, got some glitter on me
Wifey kill me, she the female OJ
Y'all don't feel me, man ain't okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm
Rich nigga, eatin' catfish
That bitch really bad, that's a catfish
If I up out of Saks Fifth
Have the paparazzi back-flips
If I lay you down on the
the back out 'til you backless
Thick, we already
She got 'em done, bra-strapless
Yeah!
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch ain't Chipotle (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I like O'Shea (That part)
Walkin', legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

Me no conversate with the fake, that
All my bitches bitches, that part
I want the paper, that part
All my bitches
part, that part, that part, that part

Ayy! part
Bang this shit in the hood one
Lil bitch I'm back and
Tell ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix pockets, all I do is profit

Few million made and still changed, that part
Me, my got matchin' bling, that part
I'mma get so blowed, I'mma lose my brain, that
Me and XO thing go straight
Need me a bitch go both ways
on top of style, nigga
Since a youngin' I wanted to ball,
Had a in my drawls, nigga
I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy side to side on it
Hundred spokes, the on it
Got a chopper to the fire too
I put Uzi down beside you

Me no with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, part
I just want the paper, part
All my flavored
That part, part, that part, that part
Ayy! part
part
That

Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel Kobe (That part)
I dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I like Kobe
Pippen at my weddin', man I feel Jordan
at my weddin', I be raaa-uh-ayy
Ain't say shit,
You was listenin' close
You was listenin' to hoes
You wouldn't listen to the though
to the 'Go
Listen to a young nigga the 'Go though
I'mma this mothafucka, who knew?
When I'm my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
And uh, Top Dawg, Top Dawg
Get that on the phone
Top on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!