[Intro - Tha Truth] We blowing money I grow up, I up, getting paid I grow up, I up, getting paid
[Chorus - Tha Truth (Wiz Khalifa)] We don't even count the money no more we blow it (We it all up) We even count the money no more we just throw it (And them pick it all up)
[Verse 1 - Trae Tha Money strapped to my Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no Flooded the trap I a new place Money got to go I told there's no space love hoes, 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 ain't the one but I lean on haters, looking so clean on gator Try to me, I guarantee I'll put the beam on haters Hood nigga, when I to this I'm stocked up Shit on my wrist trying to this block up said I got a dope man swag, took a look at these jewels Every one of them up And we on the corner packed in H-Town president something back the slut that I'm with got insurance so She I'm about to run up on her back end Like a set of bad tires, she was getting We can take it to the streets, take it to the I rubber band shit 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 like it, tell them to drop dead I'm in the like a fresh set of projects Where they either blue or they rock red I'm the of the streets Ain't nobody finna take away I came to get R8 that I came is sick With interior the color of a all white
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[Verse 2 - Wiz Big weed in my joint, diss me there's no guy but still all my niggas got big heat, they 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 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, at how I block 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 Twitter no more because I'm your bitch talking about
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