Luyện nghe bài hát About The Money

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

If it about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't 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 even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the
Bitch, you can miss me with it, nigga miss me with it

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

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

If it about the money
be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop my time
If it ain't the money
Nah I even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, 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 stuck with
She try make the extras, I told on bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these

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

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

I'm packin' 11, I'm 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 with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these
When bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

Ay, what you we in the neighborhood 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 in "Pocket Full of Stones" nigga