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 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 make 'em it all up

Tha Truth]
Money strapped to my
Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no
Flooded the trap I a new place?
Money got to go I told 'em no space
Never love hoes, hoes I don't
Only wear loc's the as my race
All I know is stunt, make a hater 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 me, I guarantee I'll put the beam on haters
n-gga, when I come to this I'm stocked up
Shit on my wrist tryna this block up
N-gga said I got a man swag, take a look at these jewels
Every one of 'em up
And we on the corner packed in
Ace town somethin back then
Hope the slut that I'm got insurance so
She know I'm about to run up on her 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 it rain, I'mma make it flood
I aint gonna 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
nobody finna take away what I came to get
Audi R8 that I came is sick, interior the colour of a all white?

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

Khalifa]
Big weed in my joint, me there's no point
Lil guy but still all my n-ggas got big heat on point
Rollin up while I drive, be in the trunk
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' n-ggas wont 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 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 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 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)