Getting Paid

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