Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Money

That let his fuck flow go
Niggaz tryin' to switch up the flows on
Hit niggaz, slip with a micky
Drop joint

Yeah, yeah, it's the remix,
Like a muh'fucker,
Wassup my nigga? An' still hot up in that boy, ain't it
Yo, Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all, yeah,

the remix
Track Master remix, y'all, Kels an'
Big chips with Twista, y'all, get money

I heard the when I pulled up to the club
I'm rollin' up on fo' flickers
Peanut interior, black body
An' in you didn't know, I be the Twista

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your 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 an' T
Spit it 'cause the music is a part of me
nobody spit it fast as me
Got an of haters comin' after me

I I got what you want
I I got what you need
an' mob to the top
Before you get money

up on the block in the alien gray Bentley
Full of sport modes, you could hang with me
Just to get in early, I paid a 50
that money, my nigga

Oh Chrysler, trees for the blunts
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 league invest in
Gettin' that money, my

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

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

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

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

Livin' like a motherfuckin' Rich nigga
Got a butler for my Maybach,
White linen, cigar
Lyrics like bullets, tongue a trigger

Feelin' on your
Tryin' to get one of nice ladies
To come up to my an' do me
Have her man like, he?

Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a
An' I'ma be a 'til I'm stretches in a hearse
showbiz is the worst
I'm blessed with 'The & The Curse'

ball, now I'm off to the spa
an' clean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date with a
We take lunch, now twelve

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

for my project niggaz
Wide body Mo'
Pimps, hustlers, flippers
Get this

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

Gettin' money, switchin' my whips an' my kicks
I'm just addicted to difference, you pick what you want from me
To be a with visions of riches, enter my brain
Like I picture myself in dishes, just switchin' lanes

It's just insane, is it? I'm from the
Where niggaz either in prison or pay like in-laws
So we fend for an' the wealth is in raw
We can't help but been lost, else gon' make that engine roar?

Lay back in 745, big boy cars, all we drive
Into the club we get all the
When you gettin' money, my nigga

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

Track Master remix, y'all, an' Jigga
Big chips Twista, y'all, get this money

Dance, c'mon, you sonobitches,
Dance, lazy motherfuckers,
Dance, drunk sonobitches,
Get your money, nigga, best of