Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin Paid

We blowin' money
I go hard, I go hard, gettin
I go hard, I go hard, paid

We don't even count the money no more we just it
(We it all up)
We even count the money no more we just throw it
And make 'em it all up

Tha Truth]
Money to my waist
Somewhere in the whip I'm in no bass
Flooded the trap I need a new
got to go I told 'em theres no space
Never hoes, hoes I don't chase
Only wear loc's the as my race
All I is stunt, make a hater feel like shit to the point
that he in another place? Real
I-I-I aint the one but I lean on haters, looking so clean on
Try to jack me, I guarantee I'll put the on haters
Hood n-gga, when I to this I'm stocked up
Shit on my wrist tryna this block up
said I got a dope man swag, take a look at these jewels
Every one of 'em up
And we still on the corner in
Ace president somethin back then
Hope the that I'm with got insurance so
She know I'm to run up on her back end
Like I set of bad, she was gettin'
Can take it to the streets, take it to the
I don't ruberband I got trash bags
N-ggas make it rain, make it flood
I aint gonna talk shit I'ma talk
I f a hater don't like it, em drop dead
I'm in the hood like a set of projects
they either rock blue or they rock red
I'm the king of the
Aint nobody finna take away I came to get
Audi R8 that I came is sick, interior the colour of a all white?

We don't even count the money no more we blow it
(We it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we throw it
(And 'em pick it all up)
We even count the money no more we just blow it
(We it all up)
We don't even the money no more we just throw it
(And 'em pick it all up)

[Wiz
Big weed in my joint, diss me there's no
Lil guy but still all my n-ggas got big they on point
Rollin up while I drive, engine be in the
Decided in 2005 that I can f-ck any bitch I want
Ooh, and, and and I trying to stunt this a two seater my bitch can't help but ride up in the front
Ballin' most n-ggas wont try to 'em up
so much money you even try to pick some up
You tryin' different look at how I block em out
Smoke like a n-gga even when I'm in the south
And when when my car come out the come out
Don't even get on twitter no more I'm what your bitch talkin' 'bout

We don't even the money no more we just blow it
(We it all up)
We don't even the money no more we just throw it
(And 'em pick it all up)
We don't even count the money no we just blow it
(We it all up)
We don't even count the money no more we throw it
(And make 'em it all up)