Luyện nghe bài hát About The Money

Bustin' out the
A nigga jewelry real metal like a can
I from rags to riches to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch some smart lips
And the F&N my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' these little bitty shrimp dips
And my bank got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big
Quite trill, no Quik
I got in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna a good day
way more weed than a guy in L.A
I want birds 'til next May
let em fly away
What!? I ay
Listen what my Tip say

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

I'm packin' 11, I'm 11
I ride in a gator, my 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 bitches
it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

Ay you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket of dough
be damned if a nigga wipe a hood hoe
Learned that from UGK in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down I could book a four
You with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door
But while I flood the shit got prob' oh
I'm doin' it for and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, no Tonto, nigga
I'm to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, well I respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no

If it ain't about the
Don't be blowin' me up, I ain't gettin' up
If it about the money
no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't the money
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 ride in a gator, my are Guiseppe
I'm slime the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I on these bitches
it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

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

If it ain't the money
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, wastin' my time
If it ain't about the
Nah I can't even what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it about the money
Bitch, you can miss me it, bitch nigga miss me with it

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

Ay, what you think we in the for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of
I'll be damned if a nigga wife a ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket of Stones" nigga