[Intro - Trae Tha We money bitch I up, I grow up, getting paid I grow up, I up, getting paid
[Chorus - Trae Tha (Wiz Khalifa)] We don't even count the money no more we blow it (We it all up) We don't even count the money no we just throw it (And make pick it all up)
[Verse 1 - Tha Truth] Money strapped to my Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no Flooded the I need a new place got to go I told them there's no space Never love hoes, hoes I chase Only Locs the same as my race All I know is stunt, a hater feel like shit to the point that he's in another place talk 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 Hood nigga, when I come to I'm stocked up Shit on my wrist trying to light this up Nigga said I got a dope man swag, took a at these jewels Every one of rocked up And we still on the corner in H-Town president back then Hope the that I'm with got insurance so She know I'm about to run up on her end Like a set of bad tires, she was plugged We can take it to the streets, take it to the I don't rubber band I got trash bags Other make it rain, I'ma make it flood When I ain't going to talk shit I'ma bread If a hater don't like it, tell them to drop I'm in the like a fresh set of projects they either rock blue or they rock red I'm the of the streets Ain't nobody finna away what I came to get Audi R8 that I came is With interior the color of a all brick
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[Verse 2 - Wiz Big in my joint, diss me there's no point Little guy but still all my niggas got big heat, they on up while I drive, engine be in the trunk Decided in 2005 that I can fuck any bitch I want Oh, and, and, and I ain't to stunt This a two seater my bitch help but ride up in the front Balling, niggas won't try to pick them up Throwing so much you even try to pick some up You trying different stuff, at how I block them out Smoke 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 Twitter no more because I'm what your bitch talking
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