Lyrics Gettin Paid - Trae , Wiz Khalifa
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?
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)
1 Count It Up (G-Mix)
2 Gettin Paid
3 Go Hard
4 Rap Game
5 I'm Fly
6 Welcome To Hood (remix)
7 Racks (G-Mix)
8 Rooftops
9 Shit I Seen
10 2 Times
11 Phone Numbers
12 The Lick
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