Trae Tha Truth - Getting Paid lyrics

[Intro - Trae Tha Truth] We blowing money b**h I grow up, I grow up, getting paid I grow up, I grow up, getting 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 them pick it all up) [Verse 1 - Trae Tha Truth] Money strapped to my waist Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no ba** Flooded the trap I need a new place Money got to go I told them there's no space Never love hoes, hoes I don't chase Only wear Locs the same as my race All I know is stunt, make a hater feel like sh** to the point that he's 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 n***a, when I come to this I'm stocked up sh** on my wrist trying to light this block up n***a said I got a dope man swag, took a look at these j**els Every one of them rocked up And we still on the corner packed in H-Town president something back then Hope the s*ut that I'm with got insurance so She know I'm about to run up on her back end Like a set of bad tires, she was getting plugged We can take it to the streets, take it to the club I don't rubber band sh** I got trash bags Other n***as make it rain, I'ma make it flood When I ain't going to talk sh** I'ma talk bread If a hater don't like it, tell them to 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 [Chorus X2] [Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa] Big weed in my joint, diss me there's no point Little guy but still all my n***as got big heat, they on point Rolling up while I drive, engine be in the trunk Decided in 2005 that I can f** any b**h that I want Oh, and, and, and I ain't trying to stunt This a two seater my b**h can't help but ride up in the front Balling, most n***as won't try to pick them up Throwing so much money you even try to pick some up You trying different stuff, look at how I block them out Smoke like a Cali n***a, even when I'm in the South And when, when, my car come out the who*es come out Don't even get on Twitter no more because I'm what your b**h talking about [Chorus X2]