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

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

[Trae Tha
strapped to my waist
Somewhere in the whip I'm in no bass
Flooded the I need a new place?
Money got to go I 'em theres no space
love hoes, hoes I don't chase
Only loc's the same as my race
All I know is stunt, make a hater feel shit to the point
that he in place? Real talk
I-I-I aint the one but I lean on haters, so clean on gator
Try to me, I guarantee I'll put the beam on haters
Hood n-gga, when I come to this I'm up
on my wrist tryna light this block up
N-gga said I got a dope man swag, a look at these jewels
Every one of 'em up
And we still on the corner in
Ace town president somethin back
Hope the that I'm with got insurance so
She know I'm about to run up on her end
Like I set of bad, she was gettin'
Can take it to the streets, it to the club
I ruberband shit I got trash bags
N-ggas make it rain, make it flood
I aint talk shit I'ma talk bread
I f a hater don't like it, em drop dead
I'm in the hood a fresh set of projects
Where they rock blue or they rock red
I'm the of the streets
Aint nobody finna take away what I to get
Audi R8 that I came is sick, with the colour of a all white?

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

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

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 count the money no more we just it
(And 'em pick it all up)