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Gettin' Paid

This song is by Trae.

We blowin' money, bitch
I go hard, I go hard, gettin' paid
I go hard, I go hard, gettin' paid

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

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 tryin' ta 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 rubber band shit, I got trash bags
Niggas make it rain, I'ma 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 color of a all white?

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)

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

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)

Credits

Written by:

Cameron Jibril Thomaz; Frazier Thompson

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