Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Money (soundsmith)

(Freck Billionaire. 1)
Im gettin money my explanation
The Lambo is Milked out No
and i ask for an estimation (soundsmith *whisper*)
i just pass the cake off, No hesitation. Ya' see im nothing
yall guys, i do the stuntin' yall niggas fall guys, And everyday i get the Benny washed, its Deja Vu' like Denny Wash
The too big Billionaire'll hurt a label, Play it tight spray the creed on the Purple label,
Pave' set me and Jacob got me linked up, The bentley wag' bullet proof a Brinks truck, CVL we dont care wat ya homies sell
Rubberbands round' the stacks like a ponytail, I can meet a hoe sweeter then Damita Joe, she act tho her number get deleted yo
Im not a musician but i play a instrument, The raging bull handle any of incident, The Black latex D's cant get the prints
The Spur so fly i had to get the Bent.
Got initials on the door
on the floormats
i aint homeboy this my format, The 22's look like they ridin' on four flats.
Young octopus i carry
I charter wit' Cavali carry-on's, Freck Billionaire im the one with the bling, Got canaries on the wrist, not the one's wit the wings, Look a real hood nigga
I got a flow
I can put you in the Theater's like tho
You dont beef, you just want rap
Ill get ya little ass smoked like a blunt wrap, CVL spray what the did you thought
I tote the Sig but i dont Newport, I wash my money up the laundry way, i stay gucci'd down even on my laundry day
The linen clean, of Grenadine
The double blue sixty two smash ya limousine, You can set but i got the ammo' near
A bad Alibi switching up the Lambo Gears, these other rap they couldnt hold the candle near
got it all screwed up like Chandaleirs

(Fabolous 2)
Im gettin' money is my
Family man so i need the Lambo-Station, Slick talk'll put a chamber rotation, directors style i shoot em on location
My hoes Haitian, and Croatian
ass clap louder than a ovation
Double D's on her chest like Dare Devil, her shoe games at a Nine hundred a pair level, Im in Pete Rotta the color of Ricotta, Cheese please you tell me nada
I dont share keys nor do i give her codes, I set run records down on river road.
Then i up posted on Palisade, the Denali stay smellin like Cali grade, A couple bar number nine squirts, Osama rich thats the hard to find shirt.
Ya' rocks keep to they self well mines flirt, They too board of health couldn't find dirt
Im rich bitch and im screamin' it like Ashy Larry, they me brinks boy maybe its the cash i carry.
Rubberbands pop you gon' need a for me, if she a jumpoff
bet the Bungee for me.
I came a long way and i still stroll the Avenue, Move in style Louis V rolling travel, Local nigga you never been to poland have you? so you couldnt judge me if you was gavels, And i used to get the Raw from Olivia, that was back when Raven Simone was Olivia.
I did the out, meaning that i ran orders, I had the transporters sittin' by the Land borders.
The Roc a Fella make you rather do a manslaughter, goin in juniors
comin' wit grandaughters.
So homie if you got a
it, you cant jump ship niggas wont accept you bolted.
When i was doin it for TV i kept it loaded, cause hatin' niggas tryna' final episode it.
A a clip in ya hip'll make ya elvis shake you'll wanna moan when the bones in ya' pelvis break.
Bentley drop cost two-hundred and to take, red gut, white paint, Red Velvet cake

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