[Intro - Tha Truth] We blowing bitch I grow up, I up, getting paid I up, I grow up, getting paid
[Chorus - Tha Truth (Wiz Khalifa)] We don't even count the no more we just blow it (We it all up) We don't even count the money no more we just it (And them pick it all up)
1 - Trae Tha Truth] Money strapped to my Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no the trap I need a new place Money got to go I told there's no space love hoes, hoes I don't chase Only Locs the same as my race All I know is stunt, make a hater feel like shit to the point he's in another place Real I-I-I ain't the one but I lean on haters, so clean on gator Try to jack me, I guarantee I'll put the on haters Hood nigga, when I to this I'm stocked up on my wrist trying to light this block up Nigga said I got a dope man swag, took a look at jewels Every one of rocked up And we still on the corner in H-Town president back then Hope the slut that I'm with got so She know I'm about to run up on her end Like a set of bad tires, she was getting We can take it to the streets, it to the club I don't rubber band shit I got trash niggas make it rain, I'ma make it flood When I ain't going to talk shit talk bread If a hater don't it, tell them to drop dead I'm in the hood like a set of projects Where they either rock or they rock red I'm the of the streets Ain't nobody take away what I came to get Audi R8 that I is sick interior the color 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 still all my niggas got big heat, on point Rolling up I drive, engine be in the trunk in 2005 that I can fuck any bitch that I want Oh, and, and, and I ain't to stunt This a two seater my bitch can't but ride up in the front Balling, most niggas try to pick them up Throwing so much 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 Don't even get on no more because I'm what your bitch talking about
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