Trae - Getting Paid (feat. Wiz Khalifa) текст песни

Uh, ha ha

We blowing money, bitch

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

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

I don't want, I don't want you, bitch

Trae - Getting Paid (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Текст песни Getting Paid (feat. Wiz Khalifa) - Trae feat. Wiz Khalifa