Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

That nigga let his fuck go
Niggaz tryin' to up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, niggaz with a micky
Drop that

Yeah, yeah, it's the remix,
a muh'fucker, yeah
Wassup my nigga? An' still hot up in that boy, ain't it
Yo, Jay, Kel, ta set it off for y'all, yeah, c'mon

the remix
Track Master remix, y'all, an' Jigga
Big chips Twista, y'all, get this money

I heard the ballers I pulled up to the club
'Cause I'm up on fo' flickers
Peanut butter interior, black
An' in you didn't know, I be the Twista

Hundred in my pockets, put your ones up
I some niggaz lookin' at me for the come up
Try to creep, creep, I a gun up
I put a hole in the first nigga run up

The be Jay, R an' T
Spit it cold the music is a part of me
nobody spit it fast as me
Got an academy of haters comin' me

I know I got what you
I know I got you need
an' mob to the top
Before you get money

Pull up on the block in the gray Bentley
Full of sport modes, you could hang with me
to get in early, I paid a extra 50
Getting' money, my nigga

Oh Chrysler, trees for the blunts
Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the
Twenty-two shoes, CV's in the trunk
that money, my nigga

Makin' dough off a style I be the in
Glad to be down with these two legends
Now let me see which league I'ma in
Gettin' money, my nigga

Rollin' cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin' shed tears, take a look at my career
Now the swell when I get up to 70 in the Coupe
Peep the when I hope out the tail, tell 'em Kel

We off up in the club, we got our up
Drinks in the club because we that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them doors
Got plenty hoes because we that money, my nigga

Pull up to the club, in the back
Some smokin' on weed, some sippin'
Into the club, whole to the back
Super the stars make it as a tack

Gotta have my inch in it
In the house, from the gate, minutes
Game an' I'm still not finished
I play haters like V tennis

Livin' like a motherfuckin' Richie nigga
Got a butler for my Maybach,
White linen, cigar
Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a

on your booty
Tryin' to get one of these ladies
To up to my room an' do me
her man like, Who's he?

Was a at birth, first ho was a nurse
An' I'ma be a 'til I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes showbiz is the
I'm blessed with 'The Gift & The

ball, now I'm off to the spa
an' clean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date a superstar
We lunch, now twelve o'clock

Hit the mall 'bout two
In the movies 'bout five
Seven o'clock 'til nine
We in my crib, my bed, goin'

This for my project
Wide body Mo'
Pimps, hustlers, herb
Get this

We off up in the club, we got our up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money, my
We 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money, my

Gettin' this money, switchin' my whips an' my
Like I'm addicted to difference, you pick what you want from me
To be a with visions of riches, enter my brain
Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just lanes

It's insane, is it? I'm from the district
Where niggaz either in prison or pay like in-laws
So we fend for an' the wealth is in raw
We can't help but been lost, what gon' make that engine roar?

Lay in 745, big boy cars, that's all we drive
Into the club we get all the
you gettin' that money, my nigga

We off up in the club, we got our up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money, my
We rollin' 24's, open Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' money, my nigga

Track Master remix, y'all, Kels an'
Big chips Twista, y'all, get this money

Dance, c'mon, you sonobitches,
Dance, motherfuckers, dance
Dance, drunk sonobitches,
Get your money, nigga, best of