Luyện nghe bài hát Uber Driver

What's the zone?
I could count this money with my eyes
No he didn't, I know
Cop ride off of my iPhone
off marijuana but I ride low
Crocodile seats, ho don't dial me
down the street, I hit the switch if I'm too drunk
I call an Uber for the night, broad with me
KK in the jar, all through the city
Let your bitch put bape hoodie on when they get chilly
Then it off
All this money I make and I'm going and you
fake and I a joint and I bake it
Ain't a nigga got to say I went to rich from living basic
Work for you can't take it
All we is big money, our bitches rolling our planes with
TV and Netflix hooked up playing our favorites, same shit

I'm tryna find a way that I can all of this paper
I'm round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole
I do just I want don't see myself turn in to no one
Ain't bout the money, I'm not involved

Bong rips, SSs
Oh yes the OG, bitch you guessed it, no question
Smith and Wesson flip, lyrical weapons
That's how we them checks in
Balcony sexing, it's on to the next one
Her friend, rolling more blessings
Got in my Louie for protection
But you smell them
I'm too off this Veuve to maneuver, I might have to call a Uber
Get me the, traffic, a lighter and a cool ass driver
So we got action, I'm not to pass it
I got barriers, pick one out this and you can have it
I run off, fuck meeting for an hour or so
Talking million dollars you

I'm find a way that I can spend all of this paper
I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna my pockets on swole
I do just what I don't see myself turn in to no one
Ain't the money, then I'm not involved