Luyện nghe bài hát Get That Money

I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a birdy
You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind phantom curtains

What is you hollin' bitch, I'm on gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner, I tell her me rich
You fuckin' with a but I come from a little
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and that shit to glitter

I leave the work her, yeah, she my baby sitter
And if I find out she for realer I'ma kill her
I'm just a man so where the dollars at
[Incomprehensible] beat that them flowers black

She wanna ride on this I make her ride with
Her pistol in the ceilin' her survival pack
And do I love her naw, man I just her spirit
Blind, deaf or crazy it's money over

Now that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that baby
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller,
If you talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

Now everybody that I know get that baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller,
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie talkin'?

So getcha game up, take a bitch, break a
her down with work and tell her don't trip, take a trip
Getcha hustle up, the what you make of it
These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the

So stop stuntin' homie, false
It ain't about whatcha makin', it's what ya totin'
Burn him up and leave him naked, him back to his wife
The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that

These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin'
Bitch I got money in the walls for
Youngin' get it from the ground homie hold the down and
Don't make a sound if them people around this bitch

Do ya thang, whoa hustle try to low
is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch
But they ain't fuckin' with pops
Let them niggaz that pussy we gon' follow that guap, yeah

Now everybody that I know get that baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller,
If you talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

Now everybody that I know get money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them get that money baby
You get that cooked or that you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

Fifty in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin', turn a key into a crack
niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we used to be, now we how we to be

If they ain't with us they must be us
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they
If you gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance
We over here nigga keep on fishin', okay

OK, money, money, is my intuition
Money over bitches an easy decision
money, money men monster militia
Hard body, these niggaz boxes of

That Nina will kiss ya, chopper will twist ya
Them 380 snapshots, now for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin' pay me
My to five is overrated, I'm on that grind hoe

Now everybody that I know get that baby
And we ain't worryin' them hoes get that money baby
You get cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough whatcha talkin'?

Now everybody that I know get that baby
And we worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller,
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie talkin'?