Getting Paid-Trae

歌手 : Trae

专辑 : Getting Paid

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:26

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TXT Getting Paid-Trae 文本歌词

Trae Feat. Wiz Khalifa - Getting Paid

Intro:

We blowin' money b**ch

Yeah...

I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid

Chorus:

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

Trae Tha Truth:

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 theres 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 sh*t to the point

That he in another place? Real talk

I-I-I aint 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-gga, when I come to this I'm stocked up

Sh*t on my wrist tryna light this block up

N-gga said I got a d**e 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 sh*t I got trash bags

N-ggas make it rain, I'mma make it flood

I aint gonna talk sh*t 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

Aint nobody finna take away what I came to get

Audi R8 that I came is sick, with interior the colour of a all white?

Chorus:

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)

Wiz Khalifa:

Big w**d in my joint, diss me there's no point

Lil guy but still all my n-ggas got big heat they on point

Rollin up while I drive, engine be in the trunk

Decided in 2005 that I can f-ck any b**ch that I want

Ooh, and, and and I aint trying to stunt

This a two seater my b**ch can't help but ride up in the front

Ballin' most n-ggas wont 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 n-gga 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 b**ch talkin' 'bout

Chorus:

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)

End

Trae Feat. Wiz Khalifa - Getting Paid