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, part
All my bitches
That part, part, that part, that part

Ayy! That
this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I'm and poppin'
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need options
Broke fix your pockets, all I do is profit

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

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

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

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

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

Few million made and still changed, that part
Me, my girl got bling, that part
get so blowed, I'mma lose my brain, that part
Me and XO only go straight
Need me a bitch go both ways
on top of style, nigga
Since a I wanted to ball, nigga
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 to stand the fire too
I put your Uzi beside you

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

Walkin', livin' legend, man I like Kobe (That part)
I just 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was me, man I feel 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 to hoes though
You wouldn't listen to the though
to the 'Go
Listen to a nigga from the 'Go though
I'mma freestyle this mothafucka, who
I'm with 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!