Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)

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

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

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

Me no conversate 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

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, this ain't Chipotle
with an attitude, I feel like O'Shea
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel Kobe
I just left the club, got some glitter on me
Wifey gonna kill me, she the OJ
Y'all don't feel me, man this ain't
Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm reloaded
Rich nigga, still eatin'
bitch ain't really bad, that's a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks
Have the doin' back-flips
If I lay you on the mattress
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 like O'Shea (That part)
Walkin', legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

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

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

Few million made and still ain't changed, that
Me, my girl got matchin' bling, part
I'mma get so blowed, I'mma lose my brain, that
Me and XO only thing go
Need me a bitch that'll go both
Style on top of style,
a youngin' I wanted to ball, nigga
Had a pistol in my drawls,
I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy side to side on it
spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper to stand the too
I put your Uzi beside you

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

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