Luyện nghe bài hát Get That Money

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

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

I the work with her, yeah, she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin' for I'ma kill her
I'm a money man so where the dollars at
beat that until them flowers black

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

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

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

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

So stuntin' homie, false promotin'
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 cry 'cause he was livin' that life

These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin'
Bitch I got in the walls for that
Youngin' get it from the ground homie the hood down and
Don't a sound if them people swing 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 shawty they ain't fuckin' pops
Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap,

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

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

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

If they ain't us they must be against us
We 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
If you ain't bread nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over nigga keep on fishin', okay

OK, money, money, money is my
Money bitches such an easy decision
money, money men monster militia
Hard body, these niggaz of tissue

That will kiss ya, that chopper will twist ya
Them 380 snapshots, now smile for the
motherfuckin' baby pay me
My nine to five is overrated, I'm on that hoe

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

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