Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin Paid

We money bitch
I go hard, I go hard, paid
I go hard, I go hard, paid

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

[Trae Tha
Money to my waist
Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no
Flooded the trap I need a new
got to go I told 'em theres no space
Never love hoes, hoes I don't
Only wear loc's the same as my
All I know is stunt, make a feel like shit to the point
that he in another Real talk
aint the one but I lean on haters, looking so clean on gator
Try to jack me, I guarantee put the beam on haters
Hood n-gga, when I come to this I'm up
Shit on my tryna light this block up
N-gga said I got a dope man swag, take a look at jewels
Every one of 'em up
And we on the corner packed in
Ace town president somethin 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 plugged
Can it to the streets, take it to the club
I ruberband shit I got trash bags
N-ggas make it rain, I'mma it flood
I gonna talk shit I'ma talk bread
I f a don't like it, tell em drop dead
I'm in the hood a fresh set of projects
Where they either blue or they rock red
I'm the of the streets
Aint nobody finna take what I came to get
Audi R8 I came is sick, with interior the colour of a all white?

We don't 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)
We don't even count the 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)

[Wiz
Big in my joint, diss 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 any bitch that I want
Ooh, and, and and I aint to stunt this a two seater my bitch can't help but ride up in the front
Ballin' most n-ggas try to pick 'em up
Throwin' so much money you even try to pick up
You different stuff look at how I block em out
Smoke like a Cali n-gga even I'm in the south
And when my car come out the whores come out
Don't even get on twitter no more 'cause I'm what bitch talkin' 'bout

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