Luyện nghe bài hát Get That Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

So stuntin' homie, false promotin'
It ain't about whatcha makin', about what ya totin'
Burn him up and leave him naked, bring him to his wife
The bitch ain't even cry he was livin' that life

These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm back
Bitch I got money in the walls for
get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Don't make a if them people swing around this bitch

Do ya thang, whoa try to stay low
This is for my old school G's who ain't this bitch
But they ain't fuckin' with pops
Let them niggaz chase that pussy we follow that guap, yeah

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

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 you the caller, baller
If you ain't 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

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

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

OK, money, money, money is my
Money over bitches such an decision
Young money, money men militia
body, these niggaz boxes of tissue

That Nina will kiss ya, that chopper twist ya
380 snapshots, now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin' pay me
My to five is overrated, I'm on that grind hoe

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

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