Getting Paid

[Intro: Trae Tha Truth & Wiz Khalifa]

We blowin’ money bitch

I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid

I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid

[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth & Wiz Khalifa]

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

[Verse 1: 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 theres 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 gettin’ 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’mma make it flood

I ain't gonna talk shit I’ma 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: Trae Tha Truth & Wiz Khalifa]

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)

[Verse 2: 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

Ballin’ most niggas won't try to pick ‘em up

Throwin’ so much money you even try to pick some up

You tryin’ 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 talkin’ ’bout

[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth & Wiz Khalifa]

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)