Trae The Truth - Getting Paid текст песни

[Intro]

We blowina€™ money bitch

I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid

I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid



[Chorus]

We dona€™t even count the money no more we just blow it

(We spend it all up)

We dona€™t even count the money no more we just throw it

And make a€?em pick it all up



[Trae Tha Truth]

Money strapped to my waist

Somewhere in the whip Ia€™m in with no bass

Flooded the trap I need a new place?

Money got to go I told a€?em theres no space

Never love hoes, hoes I dona€™t chase

Only wear loca€™s the same as my race

All I know is stunt, make a hater feel like shit to the point

that he in another place? Real talk

III aint the one but I lean on haters, looking so clean on gator

Try to jack me, I guarantee Ia€™ll put the beam on haters

Hood n-gga, when I come to this Ia€™m stocked up

Shit on my wrist tryna light this block up

N-gga said I got a dope man swag, take a look at these jewels

Every one of a€?em rocked up

And we still on the corner packed in

Ace town president somethin back then

Hope the slut that Ia€™m with got insurance so

She know Ia€™m about to run up on her back end

Like I set of bad, she was gettina€™ plugged

Can take it to the streets, take it to the club

I dona€™t ruberband shit I got trash bags

N-ggas make it rain, Ia€™mma make it flood

I aint gonna talk shit Ia€™ma talk bread

I fa hater dona€™t like it, tell em drop dead

Ia€™m in the hood like a fresh set of projects

Where they either rock blue or they rock red

Ia€™m the king of the streets


Aint nobody finna take away what I came to get

Audi R8 that I came is sick, with interior the colour of a all white?



[Chorus]

We dona€™t even count the money no more we just blow it

(We spend it all up)

We dona€™t even count the money no more we just throw it

(And make a€?em pick it all up)

We dona€™t even count the money no more we just blow it

(We spend it all up)

We dona€™t even count the money no more we just throw it

(And make a€?em pick it all up)



[Wiz Khalifa]

Big weed in my joint, diss me therea€™s no point

Lil guy but still all my n-ggas got big heat they on point

Rollin up while I drive, engine be in the trunk

Decided in 2005 that I can f-ck any bitch that I want

Ooh, and, and and I aint trying to stunt this a two seater my bitch cana€™t help but ride up in the front

Ballina€™ most n-ggas wont try to pick a€?em up

Throwina€™ so much money you even try to pick some up

You tryina€™ different stuff look at how I block em out

Smoke like a Cali n-gga even when Ia€™m in the south

And when when my car come out the whores come out

Dona€™t even get on twitter no more a€™cause Ia€™m what your bitch talkina€™ a€™bout



[Chorus]

We dona€™t even count the money no more we just blow it

(We spend it all up)

We dona€™t even count the money no more we just throw it

(And make a€?em pick it all up)

We dona€™t even count the money no more we just blow it

(We spend it all up)

We dona€™t even count the money no more we just throw it

(And make a€?em pick it all up)