Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin Paid

We money 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 make 'em it all up

[Trae Tha
Money to my waist
Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no
the trap I need a new place?
Money got to go I 'em theres no space
Never love hoes, hoes I chase
Only wear loc's the as my race
All I know is stunt, a hater feel like shit to the point
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 I'll put the on haters
Hood n-gga, I come to this I'm stocked up
Shit on my wrist tryna light 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 town president somethin back
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, take it to the
I don't ruberband I got trash bags
N-ggas it rain, I'mma make it flood
I aint talk shit I'ma talk bread
I f a hater don't it, tell em drop dead
I'm in the hood like a set of projects
Where they either rock blue or they red
I'm the king of the
Aint nobody take away what I came to get
Audi R8 that I is sick, with interior the colour of a all white?

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

[Wiz
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 trying to stunt this a two 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 look at how I block 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 'cause I'm what your bitch talkin'

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)
We don't 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)