Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin Paid

We blowin' bitch
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 money no more we just it
And 'em pick it all up

[Trae Tha
strapped to my waist
Somewhere in the whip I'm in no bass
the trap I need a new place?
Money got to go I told 'em theres no
Never hoes, hoes I don't chase
Only wear loc's the same as my
All I know is stunt, make a hater feel like shit to the
that he in another Real talk
I-I-I aint the one but I lean on haters, looking so on gator
Try to jack me, I guarantee put the beam on haters
Hood n-gga, I come to this I'm stocked up
Shit on my wrist tryna 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 corner in
Ace town president somethin back
the slut that I'm with got insurance so
She know I'm to run up on her back end
I set of bad, she was gettin' plugged
Can take it to the streets, take it to the
I don't shit I got trash bags
N-ggas make it rain, make it flood
I gonna talk shit I'ma talk bread
I f a hater don't it, tell em drop dead
I'm in the hood like a fresh set of
Where either rock blue or they rock red
I'm the of the streets
Aint nobody take away what I came to get
Audi R8 that I came is sick, with interior the of a all white?

We don't even count the money no more we blow it
(We it all up)
We even count the money 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 don't even count the money no more we throw it
(And make 'em 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 they on
up while I drive, engine be in the trunk
Decided in that I can f-ck any bitch that I want
Ooh, and, and and I aint trying to stunt this a two seater my bitch can't help but up in the front
Ballin' n-ggas wont try to pick 'em up
Throwin' so much money you even try to pick up
You tryin' stuff look 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 'cause I'm what your bitch 'bout

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