[Intro]
We blowin' money (*##$
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 bass
Flooded the trap I need a new place?

Money got to go I told 'em theres 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 %#@! to the point
that he in another place? Real talk
I-I-I aint 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
%#@! 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 !@#% 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 %#@! I got trash bags

N-ggas make it rain, I'mma make it flood
I aint gonna talk %#@! I'ma 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


Aint nobody finna take away what I came to get
Audi R8 that I came is sick, with interior the colour of a all white?


[Chorus]