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Gettin' Paid
(专辑: Street King - 2011)
[Intro:] We blowing money bitch I
go hard, I
go hard, gettin paid I
go hard, I
go hard, gettin paid [Chorus:] We don't even count the
money no more we just blow it (We spend it all up) We don't even count the
money no more we just throw it And make 'em pick it all up [Trae Tha Truth:] 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 tryna 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 somethin 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, she was getting plugged Can take it to the
streets, take it to the
club I
don't ruberband shit I
got trash bags Niggas make it rain, I'm a
make it flood I
ain't gonna talk shit I'm a
talk bread I f 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
colour of a
all white? [Chorus:] We don't even count the
money no more we just blow it (We spend it all up) We don't even count the
money no more we just throw it (And make 'em pick it all up) We don't even count the
money no more we just blow it (We spend it all up) We don't even count the
money no more we just throw it (And make 'em pick it all up) [Wiz Khalifa:] Big weed in my joint, diss me there's no point Lil guy but still all my niggas got big heat they on point Rollin 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 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 try 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 [Chorus:] We don't even count the
money no more we just blow it (We spend it all up) We don't even count the
money no more we just throw it (And make 'em pick it all up) We don't even count the
money no more we just blow it (We spend it all up) We don't even count the
money no more we just throw it (And make 'em pick it all up)
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