[Intro - Trae Tha 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 count the money no more we just it (We it all up) We don't even count the money no more we throw it (And them pick it all up)
[Verse 1 - Trae Tha Money strapped to my Somewhere in the whip I'm in no bass Flooded the trap I a new place Money got to go I told them no space Never hoes, hoes I don't chase wear Locs the same as my race 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 on haters, looking so clean on gator Try to jack me, I guarantee put the beam on haters Hood nigga, I come to this I'm stocked up Shit on my trying to light this block up Nigga said I got a man swag, took a look at these jewels Every one of them 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 getting We can take it to the streets, it to the club I don't rubber band shit I got trash Other niggas make it rain, make it flood When I ain't to talk shit I'ma talk bread If a hater don't like it, tell them to drop I'm in the hood a fresh set of projects Where either rock blue or they rock red I'm the of the streets Ain't nobody finna take 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 got big heat, they on point Rolling up while I drive, engine be in the Decided in 2005 that I can fuck any bitch 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, niggas won't 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 Smoke like a Cali nigga, even I'm in the South And when, when, my car come out the come out Don't even get on no more because I'm what your bitch talking about
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