[Intro - Trae Tha We money bitch I up, I grow up, getting paid I grow up, I up, getting paid
- Trae Tha Truth (Wiz Khalifa)] 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 pick it all up)
[Verse 1 - Tha Truth] Money to my waist Somewhere in the whip I'm in no bass Flooded the I need a new place Money got to go I told there's no space Never love hoes, I don't chase Only wear the same as my race All I know is stunt, make a hater feel like shit to the point that in another place Real I-I-I ain't the one but I on haters, looking so clean on gator Try to me, I guarantee I'll put the beam on haters nigga, when I come to this I'm stocked up Shit on my wrist trying to light this up Nigga I got a dope man swag, took a look at these jewels Every one of rocked up And we still on the corner in H-Town president something back Hope the that I'm with got insurance so She know I'm about to run up on her end a set of bad tires, she was getting plugged We can it to the streets, take it to the club I don't rubber shit I got trash bags Other niggas make it rain, I'ma it flood When I ain't to talk shit I'ma talk bread If a hater don't like it, them to drop dead I'm in the hood a fresh set of projects Where they either rock 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 With interior the of a all white brick
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[Verse 2 - Wiz Big weed in my joint, diss me there's no Little guy but all my niggas got big heat, they on point Rolling up while I drive, engine be in the Decided in 2005 that I can fuck any bitch that I Oh, and, and, and I trying to stunt This a two seater my bitch can't help but up in the front Balling, most niggas try to pick them up so much money you even try to pick some up You trying different stuff, look at how I them out like a Cali nigga, even when I'm in the South And when, when, my car come out the come out even get on Twitter no more because I'm what your bitch talking about
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