Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

That nigga let his flow go
Niggaz to switch up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip with a Micky
Drop that

Yeah, yeah, it's the remix
a muh'fucker, oh yeah
Whassup my nigga and hot up in that boy
it man, yo Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all, c'mon

It's the
TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and
Big chips twista y'all, get this money

I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the
'Cause I'm rollin' up on fo'
Peanut butter interior, black
And in case you know, I be the twista

bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggaz at me for the come up
Try to creep, creep, I a gun up
I put a in the first nigga that run up

The be Jay, R, and T
Spit it 'cause the music is a part of me
Can't nobody it as fast as me
Got an academy of haters comin' me

I know I got you want
I know I got what you
and mob to the top
Before you get money

Pull up on the block in the alien Bentley
of sport modes, you never could hang with me
Just to get in early, I paid a 50
Gettin' that my nigga

Oh, five Chrysler, trees for the
hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
Twenty two inch shoes, in the trunk
Gettin' money my nigga

Makin' dough off a I be the best in
Glad to be down with two livin' legends
Now, let me see which I'ma invest in
Gettin' that my nigga

this cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, take a look at my
Now, the shit's swell when I get up to 70 in the
Peep the when I hope out the tail, tell 'em Kel

We off up in the club, we got our up
Drinks in the club we gettin' that money my nigga
We 24's, open them Bentley do's
Got plenty because we gettin' that money my nigga

Pull up to the club, chicks in the
smokin' on weed, some sippin' Cognac
Into the club, whole to the back
Super the make it sharp as a tack

Gotta my forty five inch in it
In the house, from the gate, twenty
Game over and I'm still not
I play haters like V play

Livin' like a motherfuckin' Richie nigga
Got a Butler for my maybach
White linen, cigar
Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a

Feelin' on booty
Tryin' to get one of these nice
To up to my room and do, me
Have her man who's he?

Was a pimp at birth, first hoe was a
And I'ma be a pimp I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes showbiz is the
I'm blessed with the and the curse, whoa

ball, now I'm off to the spa
and clean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date a superstar
We lunch, now twelve o'clock

Hit the mall 'bout two
In the 'bout five o'clock
Seven o'clock 'til nine
We in my crib, my bed, goin' non

for my project niggaz
Wide body mo'
hustlers herb flippers
Get this

We off up in the club, we got our up
Drinks in the because we gettin' that money my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them do's
Got plenty hoes because we that money my nigga

Gettin' this money switchin' my and my kicks
Like, I'm addicted to difference you pick
you want from me to be a lame

With visions of riches, enter my
Like I picture myself in deep dishes, switchin' lanes
just insane, is it? I'm from the district where niggaz
Either in prison or pay visits like in

So we for ourself
And the is in raw
We can't help but lost
What else gon' make engine roar?

Lay in 745
Big boy cars, that's all we
the club we get all the eyes when you
Gettin' that my nigga

We off up in the club, we got our up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money my
We rollin' 24's, open them do's
Got hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga

TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and
Big chips with y'all, get this money