Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin Paid

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

[Trae Tha
Money strapped to my
Somewhere in the I'm in with no bass
Flooded the trap I a new place?
Money got to go I told 'em no space
Never love hoes, I don't chase
wear loc's the same as my race
All I is stunt, make a hater feel like shit to the point
that he in another place? Real
I-I-I the one but I lean on haters, looking so clean on gator
Try to jack me, I guarantee I'll put the on haters
Hood n-gga, when I come to I'm stocked up
Shit on my wrist tryna light block up
N-gga said I got a man swag, take a look at these jewels
Every one of 'em up
And we still on the packed in
Ace town president somethin back
the slut that 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, take it to the
I don't ruberband shit I got bags
N-ggas it rain, I'mma make it flood
I aint gonna talk shit talk bread
I f a hater don't like it, tell em dead
I'm in the hood like a set of projects
Where they either rock or they rock red
I'm the king of the
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 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 don't count the money no more we just throw 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 they on
Rollin up I drive, engine 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 this a two my bitch can't help but ride up in the front
Ballin' most n-ggas wont try to 'em up
so much money you even try to pick some up
You tryin' 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 no more 'cause 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 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 don't even count the money no more we just it
(And 'em pick it all up)