[Intro - Tha Truth] We blowing money I up, I grow up, getting paid I grow up, I up, getting paid
[Chorus - Tha Truth (Wiz Khalifa)] We don't even the money no more we just blow it (We it all up) We don't even the money no more we just throw it (And make pick it all up)
[Verse 1 - Tha Truth] Money strapped to my in the whip I'm in with no bass Flooded the I need a new place got to go I told them there's no space Never love hoes, hoes I don't Only wear Locs the as my race All I know is stunt, make a hater feel like shit to the point that he's in place Real I-I-I ain't the one but I lean on haters, looking so clean on Try to jack me, I I'll put the beam on haters Hood nigga, when I come to I'm stocked up Shit on my wrist trying to this block up Nigga said I got a dope man swag, took a at these jewels Every one of them up And we still on the packed in H-Town something back then Hope the slut I'm with got insurance so She know I'm to run up on her back 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 niggas make it rain, I'ma it flood When I ain't going to talk shit talk bread If a hater don't like it, tell them to drop I'm in the hood a fresh set of projects Where they rock blue or they rock red I'm the of the streets Ain't finna 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, me there's no point Little guy but still all my niggas got big heat, on point Rolling up while I drive, be in the trunk Decided in 2005 that I can fuck any that I want Oh, and, and, and I ain't trying to This a two seater my bitch can't but ride up in the front Balling, niggas won't try to pick them up Throwing so much money you even try to pick up You trying different stuff, look at how I block out like a Cali nigga, 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 I'm what your bitch talking about
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