Gettin Paid Lyrics - Trae Tha Truth

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 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'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? 

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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 

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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)