Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

Fuck bitches, get
Fuck niggas, get
Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money

You sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play with Cease and Nino
Pick up my say "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad in the morn'
Spin my V, smoke all my
Tattoo on saying "B-I-G". Now check it:
You be my main squeeze, baby
Don'tcha? You to give me what I need, baby
Won'tcha picture as my wife? Just think
mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all
Guess you say you'se the one I trusted
Who would ever that you would spread like mustard?
got hot: you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to all I got
Another intricate plot, the said I raped her
"Damn, why she stick me for my paper?"
My Moschino ho, my hottie
to find out you was fucking everybody
You knew me, the fake ID
in Virginia, body in D.C
Woe! Oh is me - that's what I get for
Pay my own bail, commence to
in the door, waving the .44
All you was "Poppa don't hit me no more!"
Disrespect my clique, my shit's
around and made her milk box material
You feel me? dick, running your lips
Cause of you, I'm on some "fuck-a-bitch" shit

Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
Fuck niggas, get
Fuck bitches, get
Fuck niggas, get
Fuck bitches, get
Fuck niggas, get

Niggas better grab a
Grab on your dick as bitch gets deep
Deeper than the of a bitch 6 feet
Stiff dicks sweet in this little petite
Young bitch the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard, now niggas to hit it
me like a chicken, thinking I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killing than the jukes
Rather a million while you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit, get my in it
Get me open while I'm cumming your throat
Then, you wanna be my squeeze, nigga
You wanna lick between my knees, nigga
Don'tcha to see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave
Blow up spots on bitches I'm mad
Break up affairs, shots in the air
You get and start swinging everywhere
Me shifty? Now you pistol whip me
Pull out your 9 while I on mine
Yeah, what nigga? I ain't got time for
So what, nigga? I'm not to hear that shit
Now you wanna buy me and Armani suits
Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots
Things that up for all the games and the lies
Hallmark saying "I apologize"
Is you with me? How could you deceive me?
But a bitch, motherfucker, believe me
Naw I gay, this ain't no lesbo flow
Just a lil something to let you know