[Intro - Tha Truth] We money bitch I up, I grow up, getting paid I grow up, I grow up, getting
[Chorus - Tha Truth (Wiz Khalifa)] We don't even count the money no more we just it (We it all up) We don't even count the money no more we just it (And make pick it all up)
[Verse 1 - Trae Tha Money strapped to my Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no Flooded the I need a new place Money got to go I told them no space Never hoes, hoes I don't chase Only wear Locs the same as my All I know is stunt, make a feel like shit to the point that he's in another place Real I-I-I ain't the one but I lean on haters, looking so clean on Try to jack me, I guarantee put the beam on haters Hood nigga, I come to this I'm stocked up Shit on my wrist trying to light block up Nigga I got a dope man swag, took a look at these jewels Every one of them up And we still on the packed in H-Town president back then the slut 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 take it to the streets, take it to the I don't rubber band shit I got bags Other niggas make it rain, I'ma make it When I ain't to talk shit I'ma talk bread If a hater don't like it, tell to drop dead I'm in the hood like a fresh set of Where either rock blue 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 the color of a all white brick
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[Verse 2 - Wiz Big weed in my joint, diss me no point Little guy but still all my niggas got big heat, they on Rolling up while I drive, be in the trunk Decided in that I can fuck any bitch that I want Oh, and, and, and I trying to stunt This a two seater my can't help but ride up in the front Balling, most niggas won't try to pick up Throwing so much money you try to pick some up You trying different stuff, look at how I block out Smoke like a Cali nigga, when I'm in the South And when, when, my car come out the whores out Don't even get on no more because I'm what your bitch talking about
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