Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin Paid

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

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

Tha Truth]
Money strapped to my
in the whip I'm in with no bass
Flooded the trap I need a new
Money got to go I 'em theres no space
love hoes, hoes I don't chase
Only wear loc's the same as my
All I know is stunt, make a hater feel shit to the point
that he in another place? Real
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, when I come to this I'm up
on my wrist tryna light this block up
N-gga I got a dope man swag, take a look at these jewels
Every one of 'em up
And we still on the packed in
Ace town president back then
Hope the slut 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, it to the club
I don't shit I got trash bags
make it rain, I'mma make it flood
I aint gonna talk shit I'ma bread
I f a hater don't it, tell em drop dead
I'm in the hood like a fresh set of
Where they either rock blue or rock red
I'm the king of the
Aint nobody finna away what I came to get
R8 that I came is sick, with interior the colour of a all white?

We don't even count the money no 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)
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 make 'em it all up)

Khalifa]
Big in my joint, diss me there's no point
Lil guy but all my n-ggas got big heat they on point
Rollin up while I drive, be in the trunk
in 2005 that I can f-ck any bitch that I want
Ooh, and, and and I aint trying to stunt a two seater my bitch can't help but ride up in the front
Ballin' most wont try to pick 'em up
Throwin' so money you even try to pick some up
You tryin' different stuff look at how I em out
like a Cali n-gga even when I'm in the south
And when when my car come out the whores 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 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 more we blow it
(We it all up)
We don't even count the no more we just throw it
(And 'em pick it all up)