Luyện nghe bài hát Get That Money

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

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

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

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

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

Now everybody that I know get that baby
And we worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that or that blow you the caller, baller
If you talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fifty stacks in the garden in the
talkin', turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggaz eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we used to be, now we how we to be

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

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

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

Now everybody that I know get 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 talkin' that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

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