letra de gettin' paid - trae tha truth
[feat. wiz khalifa]
[intro:]
we blowin’ money b-tch
i go hard, i go hard, gettin paid
i go hard, i go hard, gettin paid
[chorus:]
we don’t even count the money no more we just blow it
(we spend it all up)
we don’t even count the money no more we just throw it
and make ’em pick it all up
[trae tha truth:]
money strapped to my waist
somewhere in the whip i’m in with no b-ss
flooded the trap i need a new place?
money got to go i told ’em there’s no sp-ce
never love hoes, hoes i don’t chase
only wear loc’s the same as my race
all i know is stunt, make a hater feel like sh-t to the point
that he in another place? real talk
i-i-i ain’t the one but i lean on haters, looking so clean on gator
try to jack me, i guarantee i’ll put the beam on haters
hood n-gga, when i come to this i’m stocked up
sh-t on my wrist tryna light this block up
n-gga said i got a dope man swag, take a look at these jewels
every one of ’em rocked up
and we still on the corner packed in
ace town president somethin back then
hope the sl-t that i’m with got insurance so
she know i’m about to run up on her back end
like i set of bad, she was gettin’ plugged
can take it to the streets, take it to the club
i don’t ruberband sh-t i got trash bags
n-ggas make it rain, i’m a make it flood
i ain’t gonna talk sh-t i’m a talk bread
i f a hater don’t like it, tell em drop dead
i’m in the hood like a fresh set of projects
where they either rock blue or they rock red
i’m the king of the streets
ain’t n0body finna take away what i came to get
audi r8 that i came is sick, with interior the colour of a all white?
[chorus:]
we don’t even count the money no more we just blow it
(we spend it all up)
we don’t even count the money no more we just throw it
(and make ’em pick it all up)
we don’t even count the money no more we just blow it
(we spend it all up)
we don’t even count the money no more we just throw it
(and make ’em pick it all up)
[wiz khalifa:]
big weed in my joint, diss me there’s no point
lil guy but still all my n-ggas got big heat they on point
rollin up while i drive, engine be in the trunk
decided in 2005 that i can f-ck any b-tch that i want
ooh, and, and and i ain’t trying to stunt this a two seater my b-tch can’t help but ride up in the front
ballin’ most n-ggas won’t try to pick ’em up
throwin’ so much money you even try to pick some up
you tryin’ different stuff look at how i block em out
smoke like a cali n-gga even when i’m in the south
and when when my car come out the wh0r-s come out
don’t even get on twitter no more ’cause i’m what your b-tch talkin’ ’bout
[chorus:]
we don’t even count the money no more we just blow it
(we spend it all up)
we don’t even count the money no more we just throw it
(and make ’em pick it all up)
we don’t even count the money no more we just blow it
(we spend it all up)
we don’t even count the money no more we just throw it
(and make ’em pick it all up)
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- letra de el último no - jessi uribe
- letra de glas - mijo
- letra de demon woman - zior
- letra de sentimental love - slum village
- letra de godsent like hero - strictlyslange