[Intro - Trae Tha We money bitch I grow up, I up, getting paid I grow up, I grow up, paid
- Trae Tha Truth (Wiz Khalifa)] We don't even count the money no we just blow it (We it all up) We don't count the money no more we just throw it (And make them it all up)
[Verse 1 - Trae Tha strapped to my waist Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no Flooded the trap I need a new Money got to go I them there's no space Never love hoes, hoes I chase Only wear Locs the same as my All I know is stunt, make a hater feel like shit to the point that he's in another Real I-I-I 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, I come to this I'm stocked up on my wrist trying to light this block up Nigga said I got a man swag, took a look at these jewels one of them rocked up And we on the corner packed in H-Town president something back the slut 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 band shit I got trash bags Other niggas make it rain, I'ma it flood When I going to talk shit I'ma talk bread If a hater don't like it, tell them to drop I'm in the like a fresh set of projects Where they either blue or they rock red I'm the king of the Ain't nobody finna away what I came to get Audi R8 that I came is With interior the color of a all white
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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, on point up while I drive, engine be in the trunk Decided in 2005 that I can fuck any bitch that I Oh, and, and, and I ain't trying to a two seater my bitch can't help but ride up in the front Balling, most niggas try to pick them up Throwing so much money you even try to some up You different stuff, look at how I block them out Smoke like a 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 I'm what your bitch talking about
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