Getting Paid Lyrics - Street King - Trae Tha Truth

[Intro - Trae Tha Truth] 

We blowing money bitch 

I grow up, I grow up, getting paid 

I grow up, I grow up, getting paid 

[Chorus - Trae Tha Truth (Wiz Khalifa)] 

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 them pick it all up) 

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[Verse 1 - Trae Tha Truth] 

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 them there's no space 

Never love hoes, hoes I don't chase 

Only wear Locs the same as my race 

All I know is stunt, make a hater feel like shit to the point that he's 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 trying to light this block up 

Nigga said I got a dope man swag, took a look at these jewels 

Every one of them rocked up 

And we still on the corner packed in 

H-Town president something 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 a set of bad tires, she was getting plugged 

We can take it to the streets, take it to the club 

I don't rubber band shit I got trash bags 

Other niggas make it rain, I'ma make it flood 

When I ain't going to talk shit I'ma talk bread 

If a hater don't like it, tell them to 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 color of a all white brick 

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[Chorus X2] 

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa] 

Big weed in my joint, diss me there's no point 

Little guy but still all my niggas got big heat, they on point 

Rolling up while I drive, engine be in the trunk 

Decided in 2005 that I can fuck any bitch that I want 

Oh, and, and, and I ain't trying to stunt 

This a two seater my bitch can't help but ride up in the front 

Balling, most niggas won't try to pick them up 

Throwing so much money you even try to pick some up 

You trying different stuff, look at how I block them 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 because I'm what your bitch talking about 

[Chorus X2]