Trae Tha Truth - Getting Paid - 1834544 lyrics

Uh, ha ha we blowing money, bitch
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey
I don't want, I don't want you, bitch
I don't want, I don't want you, bitch
We don't even count the money no more
We just blow it ah, we spend it all up
We don't even count the money no more
We just throw it
Ah, and make 'em pick it all up
Money strapped to my waist
Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no bass
Flooded the trap, I need a new place?
Money got to go
I told 'em there's no space
Never love hoes, hoes I don't chase
Only wear loc'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
I, I, I ain't the one but I lean on haters
Looking so clean on Gator
Try to jack me, I guarantee
I'll put the beam on haters hood nigga
When I come to this I'm stocked up
Shit on my wrist trying to
Light this block up
Nigga said I got a dope man swag
Take a look at these jewels
Every one of 'em rocked up
And we still on the corner packed in
Ace town president something back then
Hope the slut that I'm with got insurance so
She know I'm about to run up on her back end
Like I set of bad ties
She was getting plugged
We can take it to the streets
Take it to the club
I don't rubber band shit, I got trash bags
Other niggas make it rain
I'ma make it flood
I ain't gonna talk shit, I'ma talk bread
If a hater don't like it
Tell 'em drop dead
I'm in the hood like a fresh set of projects
Where they either rock blue or they rock red
I'm the king of the streets
Ain't nobody finna take away what
I came to get audi R8 that I came is sick
With interior the color of a all white brick
We don't even count the money no more
We just blow it ah, we spend it all up
We don't even count the money no more
We just throw it
Ah, and make 'em pick it all up
We don't even count the money no more
We just blow it ah, we spend it all up
We don't even count the money no more
We just throw it
Ah, and make 'em pick it all up
Big weed in my joint, diss me
There's no point lil' guy but still all my
Niggas got big heat, they on point
Rolling up while I drive
Engine be in the trunk
Decided in 2005 that I can fuck
Any bitch that I want ooh, and, and
And I ain't even trying to stunt
This a two seater
My bitch can't help but ride up in the front
Balling, most niggas won't try
To pick 'em up
Throwing so much money you even
Trying to pick some up
You trying different stuff
Look at how I block 'em out
Smoke like a Cali nigga even
When I'm in the south
And when, when my car come out
The whores come out
Don't even get on Twitter no more
'Cause I'm what your bitch talking 'bout
Ah we don't even count the money no more
We just blow it ah, we spend it all up
We don't even count the money no more
We just throw it
Ah, and make 'em pick it all up
We don't even count the money no more
We just blow it ah, we spend it all up
We don't even count the money no more
We just throw it
Ah, and make 'em pick it all up
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey
I don't want, I don't want you, bitch
I don't want, I don't want you, bitch
I don't want, I don't want you, bitch
I don't want, I don't want you, bitch