Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

God is all I fear, money machine is all I
Where are you? Tearing up the mall, I buy the out there
It's the bomb, no out gear
No shelter, Helta
Bubble like Seltzer
Look at me, king, melt ya
Bars and cars give the scrunchy face
Violate then find out how lung taste
Got money to bungee, you don't want this
Yo, I can it down and watch it come back up
You food, but you don't want this plate
down, Diddy, you're killing them
Pictures on billboards, know them bitches is him
You still blowing up like you
Cars like spaceships, thought it was aliens
This is Harlem, that push foreigns
Little homie shoot the left like James Harden
Excuse me, money, to beg pardon
Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, models take in
Tell me where the money is at and I'm

Welcome to the
We selling flows, riches glow, solid
Big chains froze, rings, all you need
What you want nigga, you see
Nigga, to the auction, we got it all
Soul ball, fame, riches, cars
Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the
Nigga, you know

I'm chosen, like Beethoven
out golden anytime I compose it
Watch gruesome, chain

The tub filled is roses
Coming to America money, we Jones it
King Joffery, James Brown, now me
going knowing they can't stop me
Wearing 40 belows, the Rocky
Lambo truck color as broccoli
Acting like Tyson he was twenty something
Bitch seen the money and came, I call money cumming
Ask a couple of mills, I say twenty something
I'mma a on moving, I hear the drummer coming
Bright like them Time lights the way I bubble something
Nights and ice for the Ruckers, I know the coming
Dyckman, double parked, all the niggas just the frontin'
I'm like, "fuck it nigga, then them something"
'Cause I'm shining I can glow or something
Throwing money in the air, but I don't owe nothing

to the auction
We selling flows, glow solid gold
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you
What you nigga, what you see
welcome to the auction, we got it all
Soul ball, fame, riches, cars
Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the
you already know

Let me show you how to up
Let me you how you do it when you leaning on a roadster
Let me show you how you
up the way that you walking
You can get it at the

All that facade rapping and jaw
Nigga, shut the fuck up and watch God
Come rain, sleet, or hail, no sales
Crib on the island, gotta to the mail box
send mails to my homie in the jail spot
Roll a big L, bump Big, and let a pop
Bodyguards tail to the nail shop
So you can get popped and she drop her Chanel box
Get on my city, nigga, ride, eastside bang
Sheeeze, I so far, GS Lex to G5 planes
At I've trained
You say it's good, we not sane
That's the beast tamed
shots came b y frame, for no reason
Somebody gotta be filming
When you got this much God somebody gotta be
Somebody gotta be feeling like it's filling in
We gotta be boss, somebody gotta be men
When you do it big somebody gotta belittle it
Literally it's like the lottery us
And you ain't who you depicted in a lot of these

Welcome to the
We selling flows, riches glow solid
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you
What you want nigga, you see
welcome to the auction, we got it all
Soul ball, fortune fame, riches,
Vintage frames, to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga you know