We blowin' money b**ch

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 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 ni**a when I come to this I'm stocked up

Sh*t on my wrist tryna light this block up

Ni**a said I got a d**e 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 sh*t I got trash bags

Niggas 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 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 w**d 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 f**k any b**ch that I want

Ooh and and and I ain't trying to stunt this a two seater my b**ch 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 ni**a 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 b**ch 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)

I go hard I go hard gettin paid

I go hard I go hard gettin paid