Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin Paid

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

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

Tha Truth]
Money strapped to my
Somewhere in the whip I'm in no bass
the trap I need a new place?
Money got to go I '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 place? Real talk
I-I-I aint the one but I on haters, looking so clean on gator
Try to me, I guarantee I'll put the beam on haters
Hood n-gga, I come to this I'm stocked up
Shit on my wrist tryna light 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 packed in
Ace town president somethin back
Hope the slut I'm with got insurance so
She I'm about to run up on her back end
Like I set of bad, she was gettin'
Can take it to the streets, it to the club
I don't ruberband shit I got trash
N-ggas make it rain, I'mma it flood
I gonna talk shit I'ma talk bread
I f a hater don't like it, em drop dead
I'm in the hood like a set of projects
Where they either blue or they rock red
I'm the of the streets
Aint nobody finna take away I came to get
Audi R8 I came is sick, with interior 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 money no more we throw it
(And make 'em it all up)
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 just it
(And 'em pick it all up)

Khalifa]
Big in my joint, diss me there's no point
Lil guy but still all my n-ggas got big they on point
Rollin up while I drive, be in the trunk
Decided in 2005 that I can f-ck any that 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
most n-ggas wont try to pick 'em up
Throwin' so much money you even try to some up
You tryin' different stuff at how I block em out
Smoke like a Cali n-gga even when I'm in the
And when my car come out the whores come out
Don't even get on twitter no more I'm what your bitch talkin' 'bout

We don't 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 make 'em it all up)
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)