Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Bustin' out the
A nigga jewelry real metal a can opener
I went from rags to riches to a with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with smart lips
And the F&N my hip limp
I'm goin' with these little bitty shrimp dips
And my roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big
Quite trill, no Quik
I got in the alley, no tip there
She wanna have a good day
way more weed than a guy in L.A
I want them birds 'til May
Never let em fly
What!? I ay
Listen what my Tip say

If it ain't about the
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't up
If it ain't about the
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop my time
If it about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't do shit
If it about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga me with it

I'm packin' 11, I'm 11
I ride in a gator, my are Guiseppe
I'm like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with
She try make the extras, I on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay bail on these bitches

Ay what you think we in the neighborhood
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket of dough
I'll be damned if a wipe a hood hoe
Learned from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down I could book a four
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car
But while I flood the sick got prob' oh
I'm doin' it for and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, nigga no Tonto,
I'm to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no

If it about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't up
If it ain't the money
Ain't no use in you my line, stop wastin' my time
If it about the money
Nah I even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the
Bitch, you can me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I'm packin' 11, I'm 11
I in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they with lettuce
She try the extras, I told on these bitches
it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

Aye, you think we in the neighborhood for?
in the trap, slangin good blow
Maybach to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he that AK
If you ever a loss better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow brains bout that
Know you better be, on your best behavior addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we let em be
Niggas me, I'm a catch a felony
For real, if you I can get you paid
But not in shit you say

If it about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't up
If it ain't the money
Ain't no use in you my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the
Nah I can't hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, nigga miss me with it

I'm 11, I'm packin' 11
I in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these
When it's bout time to pay I'ma on these bitches

Ay, what you think we in the neighborhood
Standin' at the corner store a pocket full of dough
I'll be if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK in "Pocket Full of Stones" nigga