Luyện nghe bài hát Money Up

I run my money up, shorty stack your money up
I gotta stack paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I gotta get mo'

Bring your up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get

I'm dedication, talkin' motivation
inspiration, talkin' money chasin'
Talkin' chasin', taught we got to get it
Sittin' back on somethin', man, I ain't with it

You niggaz your gums, that talkin' better kill it
I'm a real message yes homey I hope you get it
You little head bouncers with two big fitteds
him pop, man we runnin' up our digits

We got the keys to the
The West coast, South and New York City
You niggaz silly, I know you feelin' shitty
You think that we gon' now and show some pity?

I gotta run my up, shorty stack your money up
I gotta stack paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty
all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get mo'

Bring your up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just get dough

Yeah, I'm smellin' myself, I'm smellin' money
Jefferson, Jackson, Ben Frank
Old school, new school, big money
You so funny

I a big pistol, who the fuck want it?
Niggaz talkin'? Who the fuck done it?
sendin' threats man who the fuck comin'?
Ain't no over here nigga ain't nobody runnin'

Now, back to the message at
I'm talkin' get money, and Japan
Germany, Australia, France and
Hood everywhere, we get to the money man

I gotta run my up, shorty stack your money up
I gotta stack that paper up, so we can
Plenty hoes, dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I gotta get mo'

Bring your money up, hey, bring your up, hoe
What we Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty
all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get dough

Fuck metaphors, all philosophical
Rap shit is easy, y'all make this an obstacle
is basic training, show you the ropes
Man this music is a product, it's just like

First of all get your own hustle, don't mine
We all game, mine just happen to rhyme
Second of all stay prayed up and on your grind
And when your opportunity come be to shine

I gotta run my money up, shorty stack your up
I gotta stack that up, so we can have
hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just get mo'

Bring your money up, hey, your paper up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can
hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I mad I just gotta