[Intro - Tha Truth] We blowing bitch I grow up, I up, getting paid I grow up, I up, getting paid
[Chorus - Trae Tha (Wiz Khalifa)] We don't even count the no more we just blow it (We it all up) We even count the money no more we just throw it (And make pick it all up)
[Verse 1 - Trae Tha strapped to my waist Somewhere in the whip I'm in no bass the trap 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 hater feel like shit to the point that in another place talk I-I-I ain't the one but I lean on haters, 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 wrist trying to this block up Nigga said I got a dope man swag, a look at these jewels Every one of them up And we still on the corner 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 it to the streets, take it to the club I don't rubber band I got trash bags Other niggas it rain, I'ma make it flood When I ain't going to talk I'ma talk bread If a hater don't it, tell them to drop dead I'm in the hood 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 got big heat, they on point Rolling up while I drive, engine be in the Decided in 2005 that I can fuck any that I want Oh, and, and, and I trying to stunt This a two seater my bitch can't help but ride up in the Balling, niggas won't try to pick them up so much money you even try to pick some up You trying stuff, look at how I block them out Smoke like a Cali nigga, even I'm in the South And when, when, my car out the whores come out Don't even get on Twitter no more because I'm what your bitch about
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