Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

That nigga let his flow go
tryin' to switch up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip with a micky
that joint

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

It's the
Master remix, y'all, Kels an' Jigga
Big chips with Twista, y'all, get 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 bombs in my pockets, put your up
I hear some niggaz lookin' at me for the up
Try to creep, creep, I a gun up
I put a in the first nigga that run up

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

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

Pull up on the block in the alien Bentley
Full of modes, you never could hang with me
to get in early, I paid a extra 50
Getting' that money, my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Feelin' on booty
Tryin' to get one of these ladies
To come up to my an' do me
Have her man like, he?

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

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 two o'clock
In the 'bout five o'clock
o'clock 'til nine o'clock
We in my crib, my bed, non-stop

This for my niggaz
body Mo' sippers
Pimps, hustlers, herb
Get this

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

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

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

Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we
the club we get all the eyes
When you that money, my nigga

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