Luyện nghe bài hát Money To Blow

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

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

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
Come take a look, get a load of this, nigga, quit on me
Don't come around and try and gas me up, I like on E

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

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

They can't it, and I can't blame 'em
I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
I'm gettin' it in, letting these bills
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 money to

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

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

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

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

can't 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 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
Come to VIP and get a champagne
I have to worry because everything ours
And I got a big of Mary Jane's flowers

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

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 bills all over 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 money to