Luyện nghe bài hát Money To Blow

Richer than the
money, bitches
Yeah, coming to you live from the city of
So what do you do, young lady? One

I am on a 24-hour champagne
Spillin' I'm sippin', I encourage you to try it
I'm probably just saying that I don't have to buy it
The club owner supply it, boy I'm on fly shit

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

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

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

They can't help it, and I can't 'em
I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
I'm gettin' it in, letting these fall
All over 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
(Cash millionaire, yo, yo)
Got to blow

Richer the richest
We certified gettin' it CM, YM, Money business
than the ceiling, fly like a bird
Hit the store and later get served

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

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

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

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 fall all over your skin

I got money to 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, money and the
to VIP and get a champagne shower
I don't have to worry everything ours
And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane's

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

They help it, and I can't blame 'em
I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
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