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 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 'em pick it all up

Tha Truth]
Money strapped to my
Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no
Flooded the I need a new place?
Money got to go I 'em theres no space
Never love 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 place? talk
aint the one but I lean on haters, looking so clean on gator
Try to jack me, I guarantee put the beam on haters
Hood n-gga, when I to this I'm stocked up
Shit on my wrist tryna this block up
N-gga said I got a dope man swag, a look at these jewels
one of 'em rocked up
And we on the corner packed in
Ace president somethin back then
the slut that 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, take it to the
I don't shit I got trash bags
N-ggas make it rain, I'mma make it
I aint gonna talk I'ma talk bread
I f a hater don't like it, tell em dead
I'm in the hood like a fresh set of
Where they either rock blue or they red
I'm the king of the
Aint nobody finna take away what I to get
Audi R8 that I came is sick, with interior the colour of a all

We don't even count the money no more we just it
(We it all up)
We don't even the money no more we just throw it
(And 'em pick it all up)
We don't even count the no more we just 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, diss me there's no
Lil guy but still all my n-ggas got big heat on point
Rollin up I drive, engine be in the trunk
Decided in 2005 that I can f-ck any bitch that I
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 n-ggas wont try to 'em up
Throwin' so much money you try to pick some up
You different stuff look at how I block em out
Smoke like a Cali n-gga even I'm in the south
And when when my car out the whores come out
Don't even get on twitter no more 'cause I'm what your talkin' 'bout

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