Luyện nghe bài hát Money To Blow

Richer than the
money, bitches
Yeah, coming to you live the city of Houst-Atlanta-Vegas
So do you do, young lady? One hundred

I am on a champagne diet
Spillin' while I'm sippin', I you to try it
I'm just saying that 'cause I don't have to buy it
The club owner supply it, boy I'm on that fly

I am what everybody in my don't want me to be
Guess what? I it, I'm the mutha fuckin' man, I just want you to see
take a look, get a load of this, nigga, quit frontin' on me
Don't come and try and gas me up, I like runnin' on E

I, I, I, I'm on my shit, Goofy flow
On records, I'm Hook, and my new car is Roofio
Damn, my roof just go, I'm somebody that you should know
Get to somethin' 'cause that's what Drumma produced it for

Yes I make mistakes I don't ever make excuses for
Like leavin' girls love me and constantly seducing hoes
I'm losing my thoughts, I say where my roof just go?
Top slipped off Janet at the Super Bowl
I got em

They help it, and I can't blame 'em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to
I'm it in, letting these bills fall
All over your

I got to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh
(Cash millionaire, yo, yo)
Got to blow

than the richest
We certified it CM, YM, Cash Money business
Higher the ceiling, fly like a bird
Hit the Gucci store and later get

We out with no roof on it
people passin', so we smash 'em
Ballin' out, we keep the cash on
and the Bentleys on the V Set

Louie lens iced up with the black
Car of the year, Ferrari, the new
No lie, I'm than I ever been
rich, born uptown, born to win

Fully loaded, 6 Benz
Candy paint, foreign lights my bitch in
Born hustlin', too big, nigga, to me up
Can't me, more money, burn 'em up

can't help it, and I can't blame 'em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got to blow
I'm it in
Letting these fall all over your skin

I got to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh

When I get paid every 24 hours, and the power
Come to VIP and get a champagne
I have to worry because everything ours
And I got a big of Mary Jane's flowers

kush, I promise that's my doobie
We don't smoke that Reggie
And I'm with two women, make you take a look
We like champagne bottles, but we never shook
And we goin' be alright if we put on every hook

They can't help it, and I blame 'em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to
I'm it in
Letting these bills fall all your skin

I got to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
Got to blow