Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gettin' Paid, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Date of issue: 03.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gettin' Paid |
| We blowin' money bitch |
| I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid |
| I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid |
| 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 |
| Money strapped to my waist |
| Somewhere in the whip I’m in with no bass |
| Flooded the trap I need a new place? |
| Money got to go I told 'em there’s no space |
| 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 shit 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 nigga, when I come to this I’m stocked up |
| Shit on my wrist tryna light this block up |
| Nigga 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 slut 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 shit I got trash bags |
| Niggas make it rain, I’m a make it flood |
| I ain’t gonna talk shit 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 nobody finna take away what I came to get |
| Audi R8 that I came is sick, with interior the colour of a all white? |
| 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) |
| Big weed in my joint, diss me there’s no point |
| Lil guy but still all my niggas got big heat they on point |
| Rollin up while I drive, engine be in the trunk |
| Decided in 2005 that I can fuck any bitch that I want |
| Ooh, and, and and I ain’t trying to stunt this a two seater my bitch can’t help |
| but ride up in the front |
| Ballin' most niggas 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 nigga even when I’m in the south |
| And when when my car come out the whores come out |
| Don’t even get on twitter no more 'cause I’m what your bitch talkin' 'bout |
| 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) |